September 15 is the scheduled operation date but it is subject to change. All going well; he will be in on Monday and out on Friday.
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.
Cancer: the story of us – The End.
I had never seen him happier than when our brother Andy helped him get back on his surfboard for the first time after his amputation, or sadder than when he stood, leaning on his crutches, tears rolling down his face as he watched the boys surf second corner.
This morning, just after 5 am, my beautiful husband slipped away peacefully. Tyra, Baden, Bren’s Mum and I shared the great privilege of holding him in our arms and telling him we loved him as he left to make his journey home. He was Heroic to the end. I would like to say thank you…