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Survival Mode

Survival Mode

It’s been two years since we last caught up with Heidi and Andy. A lot has happened. Monty happened. They are now a content family of three with their longed-for fur child. A human child did not happen. “We found out that our second cycle of IVF failed on the same day we were told … Continue reading

The ultimate “hospital bag” list

The ultimate “hospital bag” list

When you or your child is about to be admitted to hospital for God-knows-how-long your head will be in a bit of a spin. Thoughts as varied as “When was the last time I shaved my legs?” and “Who will follow up with that suicidal patient?” or “I need some Tim Tams STAT to activate my … Continue reading

Beautiful chipmunk

Beautiful chipmunk

I had my wisdom teeth out. To be pedantic, I had a “coronectomy” which is what all the cool kids (with stubbourn teeth that have roots lying in close proximity to important nerves) are having done. They butterflied my gums and cheeks like a leg of lamb, exposed my wisdom teeth, gave them an experimental … Continue reading

Hospital shenanigans

Hospital shenanigans

The first week He’s admitted. He can start the intense process of finally turning things around. More importantly, I can eat gluten and dairy again. Our dogs can sleep on the bed. Halle-friggin-lujah! In between shovelling creamy pasta into my mouth and snuggling our fur kids to sleep I check in with him. He is … Continue reading

When Heidi met Andy

When Heidi met Andy

In 2011 Heidi Prowse had an absolute cracker of an idea. To cajole friends and family into stripping down to their Speedos, donning Santa attire, and running laps around a Canberran lake in the middle of freaking Winter. These crazy-but-in-a-good-way people were not focused solely on a chilly exercise session but would find sponsorship for Cystic Fibrosis … Continue reading

The Hospital Vortex

The other day Dave spent more than ninety minutes waiting for medications to be dispensed at the hospital pharmacy. Everyone I’ve told simply can’t believe how long we needed to wait. And they have a point.

You look so well!

You look so well!

I took a break from visiting Dave last week. I stayed at home for a couple of evenings to remind our dogs what one of their parents looks like and gave them lots of cuddles. I even let them sleep on the bed. Oh my. When I finally visited Dave again, the change in his … Continue reading

Somewhere in the world it is snack time

Somewhere in the world it is snack time

The doctors gave me an ultimatum. I could either stay in hospital for another week or go home on home IV’s. I think you can figure out which option was most attractive. I’ve been working very hard at resting, sleeping, eating and drinking. No joke, it actually is hard work. We’ve all had things in … Continue reading

Did I mention that I love my port?

This admission has increased my already boundless love for my port-a-cath. The whole process would have been one hundred million billion times more traumatic without it. I required a CT scan to visualise my innards. This meant I needed to drink 500 ml of oral contrast which prompted one of my projectile vomits. I also … Continue reading

Feeling…. meh

The last month was kind of rough for us. Dave was feeling distinctly…. meh. By which I mean, he was debilitated. Like someone crash tackled him out of life and firmly benched him. He was sick of being sick. He needed IV’s like a fish needs water. He’s had a week and a half of … Continue reading