My Mum was an only child, born to very conservative parents. As a kid, life was pretty dull. As Mum had 3 children of her own, Christmas soon became her favourite day of the year. She loves everything about it – the decorations, the food (especially pork crackling), being surrounded by family and friends, sharing…
Over the first few days, word of my condition spread far and wide. A special friend, Jen, set up a support page on Facebook in my honour. It not only served as a place for people to leave me well-wishes and words of support, but also a place where friends could find information on my…
One of the hardest things about a new disability is letting go of dreams. I know we all give up dreams as our lives take different paths to those we had planned. And I know that I just need to create new dreams that are achievable for the ‘new us’. I grew up in a…
I have been procrastinating over posting this. This post has no clear theme or structure. It is just bits and pieces that went on day to day and feels a little messy. I guess it reflects my reality in those early days. On my 5th day in ICU, Steve brought the kids up to see…
I find it fascinating to think about how much our lives are influenced by perspective. Perspective is the way we look at or think about something. So is our perspective something we can always control? Do we have the power to choose our perspective on any given experience? On his blog WisdomForLife Steve Cornell writes,…
The first few days in ICU were pretty surreal. I had a lot of adapting to do and a lot of small procedures to get through. A nasogastric tube was inserted so that I could be fed. I had a catheter in to catch urine. I had a pic line put in, which is an…
Eventually the morning came with the bustle of a shift change. What a relief to feel like I was not alone.I knew that I couldn’t move a thing. Steve woke up and straight away, I was looking to him for answers. I’m sure he could see the fear in my eyes. He was stroking my…
I woke on the morning of December 15 feeling hot, sweaty and nauseous. The next thought that crossed my mind was that I had an assessment booked in with a student on Skype at 9:00am. As I headed for the bathroom, I grabbed the phone – I had to call work. I called my…
I named my blog broken but not beaten. Yet today I am feeling most definitely beaten. After a wonderful weekend away, exhaustion manifested itself as frustration and anger in people around me. It’s days like this that I wonder if trying to live like we did before the stroke, is courageous or simply unrealistic. At…
STEVE Steve is my beloved husband. I met Steve in 1997. I was 22 and he was 37. Despite the age difference, I knew after our first date, that I was in love and he would become my husband. We have had an adventurous marriage – 4 kids in 7 years, 5 major moves and…
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BROKEN BUT NOT BEATEN 