My mum taught me how to make great soup, she had the ability to make soup out of anything and it always tasted like a ‘hug’. Mum’s soup healed everything, it was always rustic, always highly nutritious and always just the right thickness. Even as a mid thirty something woman I would call her fromContinue reading “Soup saved my life.”
At a time when I should have been eating I wasn’t. I had dropped to my lowest weight just above 50kgs. It was following head and neck cancer surgery, removal of a tumour, both tonsils, 1/3rd of my tongue, 30 lymph nodes, 30 rounds of radiotherapy and 6 weeks of chemotherapy. Eating was the lastContinue reading “Eating Rites.”
I had my fingers stuck in my ears, la la la laaaaa, no I don’t want to hear what you do in a biopsy to ascertain whether or not you got all the cancer in my throat and tonsils. You have prefaced this description by saying it is barbaric. Enough said. May 2019 and IContinue reading “I am ready to break up, we will just do a biopsy to make sure.”
Exercise CDF when exercising outdoors during a pandemic. It’s a military term and makes perfect sense.
When you are handed your death sentence and other ridiculous outcomes.
This, most definitely, was not on the bucket list for 2019 – for someone who loves food and all that it represents, life can be unbelievably unfair at times. Given my absolute lack of knowledge on this disease and the side affects – I will update where I can. Here’s my story … I hadContinue reading “Nil by mouth, and by that I wasn’t expecting 6 months …”