My parents were teetotallers in the main, that is until we managed to turn my father onto red wine in the latter years of his life – for the health benefits you understand. In my teen years I remember my dad bringing home all manner of non-alcoholic beverages and mixers in an ultimately futile bid to dissuade his daughters from hooking into the hard stuff for as long as possible. Claytons, the faux brown liquor that one could mix with ginger ale and pretend it was a scotch and dry, was one of these. Remember the TV ad with Jack Thompson? ‘Claytons. The drink you’re having when you’re not having a drink’. Four years down the track, it appears my recovery from breast cancer and its treatment is just like that. Continue Reading
Writing is writ large in our family, so to speak. My dad started his career as a finance journalist, one of my sisters is a sports writer while another is the author of several academic works. I married a journalist and together we’ve run a public relations firm for almost thirty years, writing everything from media releases to CEO’s speeches, website content to annual reports for various local and international clients.
One could safely say that I’ve made a career out of writing, but never in my wildest dreams did I think stringing words together would actually save my life.
Dear readers, I’m thrilled to tell you that this blog is a repost of one I wrote for ‘The Universe Talks’ website TUT.com, established by Mike Dooley author of such works as Manifesting Change, Infinite Possibilities and The Top Ten Things Dead People Want to Tell You.
I signed up to receive Mike’s fabulous ‘Notes from the Universe‘ many years ago, long before My Big Breast Adventure started. These little notes are delivered to my email inbox daily, free of charge and I find them welcome, whimsical reminders that each day above ground is a good day.
Please enjoy this repost and if you like the sound of any of the books mentioned here, be sure to click on the links provided and order from my new friends at Australia’s largest online bookstore, Booktopia. That way you can get the goods despatched right to your door!
All the breast and bless you for reading.
Recently I’ve gotten back into the pool, slowly building up my lap numbers and time in the water to around 45 minutes. It’s hard work but very satisfying and the toning effect on the old treatment-ravaged bod has been almost instantaneous. Even though my togs have a pouch for my breast prosthetic, I’ve never worn one to swim anywhere let alone in a chlorinated pool, fearing degradation of whatever material is used to shape that fake left bosom. And that’s all good from an aesthetic point of view because when one wears body-hugging racing cozzies, being one breast down is barely perceptible. From a functional perspective, however, the one-breasted swimmer can’t help but feel a little lopsided when coursing through the water.