Monday, November 30, 2009

Birthday

Next week Monday, is my 30th Birthday.

30 years on this 'sitting up mud'.

Am I real yet ?

No...

but getting there.

In January a little terrified girl got unleashed.

She's scared and confused and he mother is dying.

Biological mechanisms are unknown.

Biology is bad...

Bright girl... can't help.

... growing up hurts...

Rabbit on hind legs... tattoo on right calf.

blue rose on left breast.

Real...

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Mastectomy

The wound my mother had would bleed. There would be blood on the pillows, her clothes. Her arm got as big as her thigh.

She wore a blue dress and had the blue tattoo.

I've requested the book for christmas.

I'm drinking again.

... No spell

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Kin

I suppose you are liable to meet people who remind you of loved ones both living and dead.

It does help to recognise the resonance, before transference gets out of hand.

So what was this about....

Monday, November 23, 2009

Layout

Definitely a work in progress.

But time to move from the darkness and lighten up a bit.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Words of Wisdom

http://delaney55.wordpress.com/2008/06/02/tattoos-and-their-stigmas-and-stereotyping-women-and-their-ink/

A blue rose represents the unattainable.

It will be placed over my left breast.

What I wanted most for this year was ....

One last conversation with my dead mother

to say...

a thousand things....

How hurt I was that she withheld the extent of her diagnosis when I was fourteen.
Five years to live... stage 3 breast cancer that had metastasised.

There was never any getting better.

But not wanting to jeapordise my chances,... my academics...
she withheld the diagnosis from me.

Denying me the opportunity to learn to embrace sickness and death for what it is...

A part of life.

As I watch the therapist I volunteer with now. I wish she was part of the treatment team all those years ago.

Even now, there are only nine in the entire country.

And surgeons don't take the time for after surgery care.

We don't have the interdisciplinary teams

Dietmyian
Physiotherapist
General practicioner
Onocologist
Therapeutic radiologist
Occupational therapist
Nurse

The health care system is a mess.

But ... my mother had a daughter...

and she is very bright, won a national scholarship for science subjects.

There is a long hard road ahead.

But it looks promising... because...it's time... I stepped up


Friday, November 20, 2009

For every bastard, an angel

I've generally found that this saying is true.

Thank you for showing me compassion.

Blue Rose Breast


In honor of my mother

Breast Cancer killed her.

October 26, 1998