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Two to three years ago, I read Any Ordinary Day  by Leigh Sales . In it, she explores what happens when life suddenly changes in an instant, through interviews with people who have lived through these moments, from natural disasters and acts of terrorism to accidents and personal trauma. She brings to light the psychology of fear, grief, and resilience. I remember turning the last page of that book and thinking: why don’t we talk about this enough? I gifted the book to someon

I am writing this entry from the pathology queue at Peter MacCallum Cancer Centre in Melbourne, Level 2D. I promised myself I would write about how incredible this system is one day. But this moment in time is about my new routine. Just eighteen days ago, I spent four days in hospital. The days after that moment blurred together in ways I did not expect. Not dramatically. Not chaotically. Just densely. Phone calls, appointments, instructions, next steps, all arriving before I

Do you remember what it feels like to be a teenager? When you start noticing your capabilities. When you believe you finally have choices, or at least feel entitled to them, only to be quickly humbled by your parents. Or when you’re convinced you know it all, and that the information they’re offering is old, outdated, and irrelevant to your world. That’s me today, at the beginning of my thirty-fifth year.One month and ten days since the diagnosis. I am living out my new real

Anger. I thought I knew it. But no. I didn’t know it at all. I didn’t know that I could be so angry at nothing and everything at the same time. I didn’t know that I could sit in a work meeting, smiling, while screaming on the inside. Or that I could be listening to my family at dinner and want to shut them all up, while still laughing at a joke someone just made. But most of all, I didn’t know that while feeling all of this, I would turn on myself the hardest. I know that not