Hearing Bren’s voice again and seeing that face was magical, a soothing soul balm that was very much needed as we negotiate a world he wouldn’t recognise.
Standing in the shower, I let the hot jets of steaming water wash over me. I could hear Bren playing his guitar from where he was sitting at the foot of our bed.
Mood swings are among the side effects of his medication. And although they aren’t that noticeable to us — he is struggling with them
“OK you get to keep your arm this time!” Reg says, smiling cheekily.
Taya finds us and speed walks us to the cancer hospital for a CT scan. We find out later that Bren shouldn’t be walking anywhere without crutches.
Two Years 24 months 104.286 weeks 730 days 17520 hour … missing from us. To say I (we) miss you, is — stating the obvious and we both know that’s something I do well. You always teased me about it and we laughed about it and, well, I still do it. I miss you….
I think that was the last time a saw him walk like that. I wish I’d known it then. I had always loved the way he moved and I would never see him move that freely again. If I had realised at the time how big that small moment was, how life changing this day would be, I’d have been devastated.
Recently I was asked to speak at an upcoming forum for health professionals regarding the general care for cancer patients in a regional area from a carer’s perspective. Those who know me understand how challenging and overwhelming public speaking is for me, especially from such a personal perspective and at a time I still feel…
GO PLACIDLY amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence … (from Desiderata) If only it were that easy. Although once able to find an inner calm and peaceful silence in meditation & Reiki — or a simple walk on the beach, it’s not been easy since being…
When we found out Brendan had Cancer one of our main concerns was how it would affect the kids. Our plan of attack was pretty simple. Keep things as normal as possible and laugh often. We knew, for a while anyway, that we wouldn’t be going on outings on weekends — home would be it…