What a year it has been. The last few months, I’ve been feeling extreme burnout. I was tired. Discouraged. Unmotivated. And disappointed that I did not achieve some of the goals I’d set for myself. But I’m trying to be kind to myself. To take a deep breath—and give myself
September is the International Childhood Cancer Awareness Month. It also marks one year since Alistair was diagnosed with leukaemia.
So, I’ve been busy. And today, I’m super excited to introduce my little passion project to you: the Stories of Yore podcast!
Well, I’m back. The last few months had been… difficult. Alistair’s Delayed Intensification phase was just like what it sounded like: intense. And at the end of the three-month-ish phase, his blood counts crashed. He needed multiple red blood and platelet transfusions.
I had a good chat with a friend recently. Our conversation veered to the topics of motherhood and career and dreams (as it usually does), and I confessed to her that I still harbour dreams to write my own novels and sell my own paintings.
As 2021 drew to an end, I had only one thought in my mind: “Well, good riddance.” To say that 2021 was a horrible year sometimes felt like an understatement. And yet… I couldn’t bring myself to totally hate the year that was. Despite Alistair’s diagnosis and the rollercoaster that