(Original title: Dobby’s Reward) I did a fundraiser during May for Love Your Sister, which is something that I’ve never done before. Sure, we’ve all done the “doorknock your neighbours and get $5 to do a fun run” thing as a kid, but that doesn’t count. You only raise $50 or so and it goes to I don’t even know where – maybe the school? – and you run or walk the course and then you totally forget about it….
(Original title: The Heir of Slytherin) Every time I go to the hairdresser, I apologise for my hair. Sometimes because it’s dirty, but mostly because of the mess it’s going to make on the floor. I have so much hair. It is thick, and I have a lot of it, and when it’s on the ground it’s just everywhere. Through the diagnostic process, I knew I had cancer. I just knew it, and I made the decision to cut my…
Maybe it’s the rum or the sun or the fresh food or the cool breeze or the sleep I’m finally getting, but I’ve been a little bit melancholy on what should have been an awesomely happy trip. There’s been a day or two when I just needed some gentle reassurance that I’m okay and that I can actually have fun if I want to, but I feel like I’ve hit a wall in a bunch of ways and I can’t…
(Original title: Cornelius Fudge) I am trying to think of a good story to tell you about myself while my flight has been delayed, cancelled, delayed and delayed again at Hobart Airport. I don’t really know if I have a good one that is in its entirety from the same day, but I’ll tell you about when I moved to Melbourne and how awesome my friends are. This was actually written over two separate airports on two different continents, so…
Dear Junkee I was sitting in McDonald’s this afternoon in the CBD of Melbourne, I’d just sat down to eat my cheeseburger after wig shopping, and stumbled across a piece that was paid for by Pink Hope Community, written by Karni Maizels (http://junkee.com/makes-happy-id-tell-21-year-old-self-life-breast-cancer/175454). I commend Karni on coming forward and sharing her story to raise awareness for breast cancer. I have breast cancer too. It’s hard, and it sucks. But this article made me cry. I cried because it was…
(Original title – The Potions Master) The biggest mystery that surrounded cancer when I was diagnosed was who does what medically for me. I enjoy throwing words on a page and I’m feeling kind of queasy after chemo but not enough to sleep yet, so I’m going to talk a little about my team. First up is my GP. He is an important part of my team because he’s who I go to for the day-to-day health niggles and panic…