When Lucy Pevensie meets Aslan on her second trip to Narnia in Prince Caspian, she asks why he didn’t jump in and save them like the previous time in The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. Aslan answers, ‘Things never happen the same way twice, dear one,’ which sums up precisely my feelings about this second go at chemotherapy.
If ever there was a time I might feel like a cartoon character it would be now, and I choose Russell, the tubby boy scout and accidental stowaway in the Pixar-Disney movie Up. One reason for this might be Russell’s innocent optimism and persistence in his quest to ‘do a good deed’ for the grumpy old Carl, despite Carl’s rudeness. Or it could be how Russell’s initial terror at being stuck on the front porch of Carl’s house as it’s hoisted skywards by a clump of balloons the size of Arkansas, turns into excitement and wonder at this inadvertent adventure. Continue Reading
It must be a quirk of my brain that a scene from a movie or lyrics from a song pop into my head when I’m trying to ‘allegorise’ (is that even a word?) a set of circumstances on this Big Breast Adventure. I’d blame the chemo, as I have for any vagueness, forgetfulness or just plain stupidity in the past four years, but this is something my family will attest has been an annoying fixture of my temperament for ages – long before cancer darkened my door. And I’m about to do it again now, dear readers, this time pointing you in the direction of the indomitable Shirley MacLaine as Doris Mann in the late, great Carrie Fisher’s book and film Postcards from the Edge.
Just over a year ago I posted Loving the Hills intending it to be a full stop to the my blog series on breast cancer which is about to be released as a book – My Big Breast Adventure or How I Found the Dalai Lama in My Letterbox. The over-arching message of this last post is acceptance of everything that life throws at us – not just the good stuff, but the stuff that’s not so pleasant or downright awful as well. In the past few weeks, having launched the Indiegogo crowdfunding campaign to fund the production of my book while continuing to face the many obstacles that seem to spring up daily when one is trying to run a start up publishing enterprise, I confess that I’d all but forgotten this message. So I repost this blog now, dear readers, mostly for my own benefit but with the ardent hope that the message of acceptance may be just what you need to hear too right about now. There’s nine days left on my crowdfunding campaign to cover the expenses of producing the book. I’d sure appreciate your comments, shares and likes and any other contribution you feel you’d like to make in order to get My Big Breast Adventure out there! Thank you, thank you for being my dear readers and for all of your support on this adventure to date.
About a week before I was diagnosed in December 2013 I had the privilege of seeing Janine Shepherd speak at a SHE Business event in Sydney. You may recall that Janine was a member of the Australian cross-country ski team, training for the Calgary Winter Olympics in 1986, when she was hit from behind by a speeding utility truck while on a bike ride. Janine sustained multiple life-threatening injuries, including but not exclusive to a broken neck, back and massive internal damage.