I found Sally. The girl I was named after. (See previous post) A bit of research and BOOM I found her. I e-mailed her to ask if she was the same Sally. She replied stating she was. I've since e-mailed her back re my mum and her connection. I'm waiting for a response from her.
When I told my mum I'd found her (Sally). The smile on her face, probably could have been seen from space. It's safe to say my mum is happy I've managed to locate her childhood friend.
It is a case of 'watch this space' for future updates on 'Sally'
That's all I've got.
Showing posts with label Mum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mum. Show all posts
Monday, September 6, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
What is in a name?
Everyone has a name. Mine is Sally (Though most people call me Sal)
I went out today with my mum, and whilst we were out we spoke about all kinds of things. But the most interesting was how I got to be called Sally.
Originally I was going to be called Cindy (My father’s choice!) – However the lady next door to my parents around the time of my impending birth called her dog Cindy… So Cindy got scrubbed (THANK FUCK!)
So the next suggestion was my mum’s. She had a primary school friend called Sally. To my mum Sally was her best friend, she was nice, kind and a gentle little girl, who obviously had an impact on my mum’s life (My mum’s upbringing wasn’t very nice) So to honor this childhood friend of hers. She named me after her.
What I’d like to do is try and track this Sally down. (Possibility of this is slim I know). But as I sat opposite my mum at lunch, and listened to her talk about Sally, you could see the pure joy in her eyes for this little childhood friend, as she recalled her memories of them together. I asked her what happened to Sally. She said her family moved to Sydney, and she never seen her again.
So, I’m going to try and find Sally for my mum. Why? Because with technology such as the internet it makes these things a ‘little’ easier. But also because I think it would be lovely to re-unite them.
As I embark on mission ‘Find Sally’ I’ll keep you all updated. In the meantime. How did you get your name? Were you named after a relative, or a friend of your parents? Or was your name just chosen at random? Did you parents wait until you where born to name you, waiting to see what you looked like, so they could say ‘He looks like a Mathew, or she looks like a Melanie’
Let me know – comment away people.. You know you want too.
That’s all I’ve got.
I went out today with my mum, and whilst we were out we spoke about all kinds of things. But the most interesting was how I got to be called Sally.
Originally I was going to be called Cindy (My father’s choice!) – However the lady next door to my parents around the time of my impending birth called her dog Cindy… So Cindy got scrubbed (THANK FUCK!)
So the next suggestion was my mum’s. She had a primary school friend called Sally. To my mum Sally was her best friend, she was nice, kind and a gentle little girl, who obviously had an impact on my mum’s life (My mum’s upbringing wasn’t very nice) So to honor this childhood friend of hers. She named me after her.
What I’d like to do is try and track this Sally down. (Possibility of this is slim I know). But as I sat opposite my mum at lunch, and listened to her talk about Sally, you could see the pure joy in her eyes for this little childhood friend, as she recalled her memories of them together. I asked her what happened to Sally. She said her family moved to Sydney, and she never seen her again.
So, I’m going to try and find Sally for my mum. Why? Because with technology such as the internet it makes these things a ‘little’ easier. But also because I think it would be lovely to re-unite them.
As I embark on mission ‘Find Sally’ I’ll keep you all updated. In the meantime. How did you get your name? Were you named after a relative, or a friend of your parents? Or was your name just chosen at random? Did you parents wait until you where born to name you, waiting to see what you looked like, so they could say ‘He looks like a Mathew, or she looks like a Melanie’
Let me know – comment away people.. You know you want too.
That’s all I’ve got.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Music is great.
I've just had a total mental block!
I was going to write a blog about how music causes an emotive response to the listener, but then I though it all sounded a bit like the weirdsubconsciousthoughtofSal'sbrain and that sharing this info with you might scare you off.
Then I though Noooooooooooo My readers are RAD I mean #Rad so they will read this, relate to it, and comment on what they think about music and emotions.
So here goes - straight off the keyboard and onto the screen.
I pulled out of my mum's driveway this morning, and the song on the radio was Snow patrol's 'Chasing cars' The image that first jumped into my head was of new years day a few years ago (whatever year that song was HUGE) and the memory of driving home from the NYE party I'd just attended and that song was playing on the radio (at about 1am) and the smell, the ambient light, the darkness of the world at that moment when the song played in my car. That snapshot of time suddenly leached into my thoughts, and in that moment I realised just how powerful music is.
I hear certain classical music pieces and think of my brother's wedding, or of funerals I've attended, and how those moments in time, however fleeting, are now encapsulated within a particular song.
I played a song to my mum today in the car, and told her it was the song I wanted played at my funeral, should I die before her. She cried as she listened to the words, and I felt bad for making her cry, but she reassured me they were happy tears.
The song I played her was Train's When I look to the sky (I'll find the lyrics and copy and paste them at the end of this blog) This of course lead to the death discussion. (Nice as I take my mum to an appointment re her breast cancer!) and my mum expressed her wishes for what she wants re her funeral. I asked her if she wanted a particular song played. She said she'd have to think about it and get back to me. But she did stress she didn't want any 'church' like songs. No abide with me etc.
So as my mum contemplates the song she'd like played at her funeral, and I write down the name of the song and the artist of the track I'd played her today. It made me realise just how powerful music is. It is the one universal language we can all communicate with, which in itself makes it a very emotive tool.
So I ask you my faithful readers. What songs hold a 'special' thought or memory for you, and what do you want played as the 'last song ever' (i.e at your funeral)
That's all I've got.
I found the video clip of the song - so I've embedded it
I was going to write a blog about how music causes an emotive response to the listener, but then I though it all sounded a bit like the weirdsubconsciousthoughtofSal'sbrain and that sharing this info with you might scare you off.
Then I though Noooooooooooo My readers are RAD I mean #Rad so they will read this, relate to it, and comment on what they think about music and emotions.
So here goes - straight off the keyboard and onto the screen.
I pulled out of my mum's driveway this morning, and the song on the radio was Snow patrol's 'Chasing cars' The image that first jumped into my head was of new years day a few years ago (whatever year that song was HUGE) and the memory of driving home from the NYE party I'd just attended and that song was playing on the radio (at about 1am) and the smell, the ambient light, the darkness of the world at that moment when the song played in my car. That snapshot of time suddenly leached into my thoughts, and in that moment I realised just how powerful music is.
I hear certain classical music pieces and think of my brother's wedding, or of funerals I've attended, and how those moments in time, however fleeting, are now encapsulated within a particular song.
I played a song to my mum today in the car, and told her it was the song I wanted played at my funeral, should I die before her. She cried as she listened to the words, and I felt bad for making her cry, but she reassured me they were happy tears.
The song I played her was Train's When I look to the sky (I'll find the lyrics and copy and paste them at the end of this blog) This of course lead to the death discussion. (Nice as I take my mum to an appointment re her breast cancer!) and my mum expressed her wishes for what she wants re her funeral. I asked her if she wanted a particular song played. She said she'd have to think about it and get back to me. But she did stress she didn't want any 'church' like songs. No abide with me etc.
So as my mum contemplates the song she'd like played at her funeral, and I write down the name of the song and the artist of the track I'd played her today. It made me realise just how powerful music is. It is the one universal language we can all communicate with, which in itself makes it a very emotive tool.
So I ask you my faithful readers. What songs hold a 'special' thought or memory for you, and what do you want played as the 'last song ever' (i.e at your funeral)
That's all I've got.
I found the video clip of the song - so I've embedded it
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
After two years. Alcohol is in my system
Hello faithful readers :)
I'm on the wine with my Aunt who is 79 years old! I seriously get around!
I've not drank an alcoholic beverage in two years, and this evening I'm on the wine with my mum's aunt eating fish and chips and loving life (Except for the heat!)
Why don't I drink I can hear you ask? (Well if you didn't ask I'm going to tell you anyway)
Back when I was young (18) I spent my final year of high school drunk. Like liver transplant drunk, and so I consumed enough alcohol in my 18th year of life to literally last a life time. The year book has me down as 'most likely to become a musician / alcoholic' I succeed in the latter!
In 2003 I was at the Zoo in Brisbane (It's a night club, there is no actual animals!) and my drink was spiked. Thankfully I was with a group of friends who took care of me, however regardless of the amount of times I'm been munted drunk. I ALWAYS remember what I did / done. This particular evening I couldn't remember 5 hours of my life. I woke up in my bathroom, head in the bath, very unwell. After that I was a little wary of grog. Along comes 2006 and I'm in the WORST job EVER. I go home at night and polish off several Smirnoff Ice double Black's (They are the 7% alcohol ones) each and every night from Monday to Friday. (We're talking TWO slabs of Smirnoff Ice a week. A $120+ drinking habit, without leaving the house) I get to a point that I'm borderline alcoholic (Literally) and so one day I go 'fuck this' I quit my job, and I stopped drinking. Two years later. I'm here writing this blog with two glasses of wine under my belt, and I'm fucked. Talk about a light weight. I mean sure I've not had this 'drug' in my system in a long time. But two glasses of wine? Come-on! I used to have to down four Smirnoff blacks before it 'touched the sides' so to speak a few years back. (At this point I'm not sure whats worse. Being a little pissed after two glasses of wine? Or being lead astray by my 79 year old Aunt!)
Anyway. I'm at my mum's place. We're off up the coast tomorrow, she's got a medical appointments to attend, then we're 'shopping'. Though I'm not a 'shopper' however when I'm with my mum it's more a leisurely look, some lunch and then head home.
I hope everyone else's Wednesday is going well.
That's all I've got.
**NB If this post makes no sense I do appologise in advance :)
I'm on the wine with my Aunt who is 79 years old! I seriously get around!
I've not drank an alcoholic beverage in two years, and this evening I'm on the wine with my mum's aunt eating fish and chips and loving life (Except for the heat!)
Why don't I drink I can hear you ask? (Well if you didn't ask I'm going to tell you anyway)
Back when I was young (18) I spent my final year of high school drunk. Like liver transplant drunk, and so I consumed enough alcohol in my 18th year of life to literally last a life time. The year book has me down as 'most likely to become a musician / alcoholic' I succeed in the latter!
In 2003 I was at the Zoo in Brisbane (It's a night club, there is no actual animals!) and my drink was spiked. Thankfully I was with a group of friends who took care of me, however regardless of the amount of times I'm been munted drunk. I ALWAYS remember what I did / done. This particular evening I couldn't remember 5 hours of my life. I woke up in my bathroom, head in the bath, very unwell. After that I was a little wary of grog. Along comes 2006 and I'm in the WORST job EVER. I go home at night and polish off several Smirnoff Ice double Black's (They are the 7% alcohol ones) each and every night from Monday to Friday. (We're talking TWO slabs of Smirnoff Ice a week. A $120+ drinking habit, without leaving the house) I get to a point that I'm borderline alcoholic (Literally) and so one day I go 'fuck this' I quit my job, and I stopped drinking. Two years later. I'm here writing this blog with two glasses of wine under my belt, and I'm fucked. Talk about a light weight. I mean sure I've not had this 'drug' in my system in a long time. But two glasses of wine? Come-on! I used to have to down four Smirnoff blacks before it 'touched the sides' so to speak a few years back. (At this point I'm not sure whats worse. Being a little pissed after two glasses of wine? Or being lead astray by my 79 year old Aunt!)
Anyway. I'm at my mum's place. We're off up the coast tomorrow, she's got a medical appointments to attend, then we're 'shopping'. Though I'm not a 'shopper' however when I'm with my mum it's more a leisurely look, some lunch and then head home.
I hope everyone else's Wednesday is going well.
That's all I've got.
**NB If this post makes no sense I do appologise in advance :)
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Slight change of plan - 10 hours later - I'm back
Hello blog readers. I hope you had a nice Christmas should you celebrate it. If not I hope you got an awesome bargain at the boxing day sales should you have had access to a major shopping center! (Though on-line store were offering boxing day sales!)
I'm BACK!!!!!! (Did you miss me?) Yes 10 hours later I'm back at my parents place. Long story short.... My mum's not been feeling well the past few days so we made the decision to pack up early and head back from the back of beyond. We did manage however to leave some much needed rain out at my brothers. As our family has a curse of every time we go on holiday (Any one of us me - my brother- my parents) it rains! However my brother living in a very dusty far west QLD needed the rain, so I didn't mind. I still went swimming in the rain with almost four year old nephew which was RAD!!
Anyway.. I'll be staying on at my mum's for a few days while she gets over this virus thing she has that is making her quite unwell. She slept most of the trip home and is now tucked up in bed. It's a 'need looking after' type of nasty. So I'll take one for the team, as I know she'd come to my place and hold the spew bowl for me if I needed her too!
Anyway. I'm off to find something that resembles food. Though I'm thinking the one pizza store in this town will be getting a visit from me in about 20 mins.
Hope everyone is having a safe yet awesome holiday. Hello to my new followers. I hope you enjoy the ride.
That's all I've got.
I'm BACK!!!!!! (Did you miss me?) Yes 10 hours later I'm back at my parents place. Long story short.... My mum's not been feeling well the past few days so we made the decision to pack up early and head back from the back of beyond. We did manage however to leave some much needed rain out at my brothers. As our family has a curse of every time we go on holiday (Any one of us me - my brother- my parents) it rains! However my brother living in a very dusty far west QLD needed the rain, so I didn't mind. I still went swimming in the rain with almost four year old nephew which was RAD!!
Anyway.. I'll be staying on at my mum's for a few days while she gets over this virus thing she has that is making her quite unwell. She slept most of the trip home and is now tucked up in bed. It's a 'need looking after' type of nasty. So I'll take one for the team, as I know she'd come to my place and hold the spew bowl for me if I needed her too!
Anyway. I'm off to find something that resembles food. Though I'm thinking the one pizza store in this town will be getting a visit from me in about 20 mins.
Hope everyone is having a safe yet awesome holiday. Hello to my new followers. I hope you enjoy the ride.
That's all I've got.
Monday, December 7, 2009
My theory worked
I kinda got this theory from the past few days that when I told people I was going to be spending the day writing a little alarm went off in the universe somewhere and people decided they needed to contact me. Either by phone or in person. So the past few day when I had planned to write more of my Nano novel. I didn't as I had people just drop in on me. I don't mind people who come to visit but fucking call first!? I dislike it when people just 'arrive' It's not that hard to phone someone and say - Hey I'm near you is it ok to pop over and say hello? Not just rock up and knock on the door. To me that's rude. If I'm going to call and see a friend I will have PLANNED it in advance, usually with a time i.e I'll come over around 2pm and I do. I arrive at their place at 2pm.
So I went with the theory that I would tell people I wasn't going to write. So big sign up NOT WRITING...... It bloody worked! No one 'dropped' in. No one called, except my mum, but that was about 30 mins ago to tell me it was 36c in her kitchen and that is just ridiculous at 8:30pm at night! Plus she had an unload session about my father!
Anyway..... My Novel I punched out 3,000 words today. Which I'm happy with. I've also thought about how I'll break it up into chapter like sections. I was a little worried just how I'd do that, but I got some inspiration today and once I read out the entire piece I'll know then if my breaking up into bits similar to chapters will work.
It's all about to get turbulent as Zoey and Heath go underground to search for answers, some of which will shock Zoey to the core.... Oooooo If I don't make it as a novelist. I can always get a job as a cover writer, giving the digest or 'hook' of the book to get the readers in.
With that I'm off to kill some Zombies in Left 4 Dead 2 the most awesome game I've played in a while. Going to hack some up with a chainsaw this evening as my weapon of choice.
Until then....
That's all I've got.
So I went with the theory that I would tell people I wasn't going to write. So big sign up NOT WRITING...... It bloody worked! No one 'dropped' in. No one called, except my mum, but that was about 30 mins ago to tell me it was 36c in her kitchen and that is just ridiculous at 8:30pm at night! Plus she had an unload session about my father!
Anyway..... My Novel I punched out 3,000 words today. Which I'm happy with. I've also thought about how I'll break it up into chapter like sections. I was a little worried just how I'd do that, but I got some inspiration today and once I read out the entire piece I'll know then if my breaking up into bits similar to chapters will work.
It's all about to get turbulent as Zoey and Heath go underground to search for answers, some of which will shock Zoey to the core.... Oooooo If I don't make it as a novelist. I can always get a job as a cover writer, giving the digest or 'hook' of the book to get the readers in.
With that I'm off to kill some Zombies in Left 4 Dead 2 the most awesome game I've played in a while. Going to hack some up with a chainsaw this evening as my weapon of choice.
Until then....
That's all I've got.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Post # 100
There’s no fireworks? WTF?
This is my official post number One Hundred. I actually wrote it a few weeks ago on the evening of my Mum’s 60th Birthday celebrations (We rocked out with an OAP party!!) However life (Known as Uni!) caught up with me and I’ve not had a chance to post it. Plus, if gave me a chance to edit it down a bit.
Life is pretty full on right now, with the workload increasing for Uni, and the time in the day just slipping away without any notice. Whilst its not ‘panic’ stations just yet it will be soon if things don’t come together a little better.
One note though. I experienced my first exposure to someone cheating this past week. They worked shopped some work which they stated was theirs – however it’s not! It fucked me off that they ‘took on board the feedback’ and said ‘oh yeah thanks I’ll work on that angle’ etc etc and all the time I’m thinking – you didn’t even fucking write this!
It got the better of me in the end and I e-mailed the lecturer with proof that this work wasn’t this persons, and that I wouldn’t be offering feedback on ‘this piece’ as I couldn’t! It’s in the lectures hands now. I hope they pursue it. Plagiarism is highlighted everywhere re our assignments. So when it’s handed to them with actual proof this work isn’t this persons then surly they can’t ignore it! Anyway as I said I’ve let the lecturer know it’s in their hands now.
Back to my mum’s birthday.
My mum turned 60 this year – a big milestone for her. She clearly stated to my brother and I she didn’t want a ‘big fuss’ however would like some close friends and family over for a small lunchtime party / gathering. She pre-warned us re the 60th celebrations, as when she turned 50 my brother and I lobbed on her doorstep from Brisbane the night before to her surprise, asking what we where doing home. When we told her we were here to set up her party she didn’t believe us that was until the Saturday morning when we started setting up tables etc and blowing up balloons, and then guests started to arrive! She enjoyed it though, and she enjoyed her ‘small’ gathering of close friends and family this time around for her 60th.
Thanks to my new followers – it’s lovely to have new people on board and giving feedback. I’ve got Scoman to primarily thank for that, so thanks Scoman!
That’s all I’ve got.
This is my official post number One Hundred. I actually wrote it a few weeks ago on the evening of my Mum’s 60th Birthday celebrations (We rocked out with an OAP party!!) However life (Known as Uni!) caught up with me and I’ve not had a chance to post it. Plus, if gave me a chance to edit it down a bit.
Life is pretty full on right now, with the workload increasing for Uni, and the time in the day just slipping away without any notice. Whilst its not ‘panic’ stations just yet it will be soon if things don’t come together a little better.
One note though. I experienced my first exposure to someone cheating this past week. They worked shopped some work which they stated was theirs – however it’s not! It fucked me off that they ‘took on board the feedback’ and said ‘oh yeah thanks I’ll work on that angle’ etc etc and all the time I’m thinking – you didn’t even fucking write this!
It got the better of me in the end and I e-mailed the lecturer with proof that this work wasn’t this persons, and that I wouldn’t be offering feedback on ‘this piece’ as I couldn’t! It’s in the lectures hands now. I hope they pursue it. Plagiarism is highlighted everywhere re our assignments. So when it’s handed to them with actual proof this work isn’t this persons then surly they can’t ignore it! Anyway as I said I’ve let the lecturer know it’s in their hands now.
Back to my mum’s birthday.
My mum turned 60 this year – a big milestone for her. She clearly stated to my brother and I she didn’t want a ‘big fuss’ however would like some close friends and family over for a small lunchtime party / gathering. She pre-warned us re the 60th celebrations, as when she turned 50 my brother and I lobbed on her doorstep from Brisbane the night before to her surprise, asking what we where doing home. When we told her we were here to set up her party she didn’t believe us that was until the Saturday morning when we started setting up tables etc and blowing up balloons, and then guests started to arrive! She enjoyed it though, and she enjoyed her ‘small’ gathering of close friends and family this time around for her 60th.
Thanks to my new followers – it’s lovely to have new people on board and giving feedback. I’ve got Scoman to primarily thank for that, so thanks Scoman!
That’s all I’ve got.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Post # 23 MP3 players and Dodgy Pies
My day has been unproductive :( I spent the morning trying to sort out some stuff for my mum only to find out that her MP3 player is quite possibly the ONLY one on the planet not supported by a site that allows you to download relaxation audio books! After 2 hours of fucking about with this site, downloading various software etc. I turned to my trusty Itunes and burnt the file as an audio book onto CD - pulled those audio files back onto my computer before putting them onto her MP3 player. Moral of the story. Check the super super fine print to make sure that your brand of MP3 player is actually supported (By going to the manufactures site!) DO NOT rely on the supported MP3 players blurb the site who wants to take your money for an obscure fucking file!
After this onslaught against technology. I decided to have a pie for lunch - meat pie standard part of any meat eating Australian's diet :) It was nice too. Until it decided to turn my stomach and my insides inside-out about 3pm this afternoon. Then the pie was the devil and I won't be eating a meat pie for some time after this moving event! Forget those liver cleansing diets out there people. Get yourself a dodgy meat pie and sit back and allow it to work it's 'cleansing' goodness!!!
I have however managed to lay about most of the afternoon and read some of Mrs Dalloway. So I guess my day hasn't been a total waste. But I've got no real work done for school, and I just looked at my calendar and time is running out fast to get everything in on time.
Meh what can you do?!
That's all I've got.
After this onslaught against technology. I decided to have a pie for lunch - meat pie standard part of any meat eating Australian's diet :) It was nice too. Until it decided to turn my stomach and my insides inside-out about 3pm this afternoon. Then the pie was the devil and I won't be eating a meat pie for some time after this moving event! Forget those liver cleansing diets out there people. Get yourself a dodgy meat pie and sit back and allow it to work it's 'cleansing' goodness!!!
I have however managed to lay about most of the afternoon and read some of Mrs Dalloway. So I guess my day hasn't been a total waste. But I've got no real work done for school, and I just looked at my calendar and time is running out fast to get everything in on time.
Meh what can you do?!
That's all I've got.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Post # 16 - Genetic testing
I spent the day with my Mum today, we just hung out and did stuff she wanted to do like visit nurseries to check out what vegetable plants she can put in her garden for winter and just basically had a look around at stuff she wanted to look at.
We also had a talk about genetic testing and what I’ll do should the tests come back positive.
For those new to this blog, my Mum was diagnosed with breast cancer last year: See blog entry here Since then she’s had a few operations, gone through radium etc and is now on medication for the next five years in the hope that it will fix her up and she’ll be back to her old pre-cancer self.
Because of my Mum having breast cancer, I’m eligible to have genetic testing so see if I’m a carrier of the gene that causes breast cancer, and if I am what I’ll do with that information. I told her straight out, that if the tests come back that I have the gene – I’ll book in as soon as I can to have a double mastectomy. I’m not ‘precious’ over my breasts, I don’t have much to begin with, in fact sometimes my wonder bra wonders why I bother. I can get away without a bra at all. Sure people ‘stare’ at your chest trying to work out if you’re male or female. But to be honest I don’t give a fuck! If this test comes back that I have a gene that could mutate and give me cancer. I’ll be removing the area that the mutation could occur before there’s any chance of it occurring.
Basically my Mum’s supportive of whatever decision I make. However having said that I may get tested and find out I’m not a carrier of the gene. This means I’ll just continue on as I do now.
With this entry having quite a serious subject matter in it, I’ll finish up here. I’ve had some other things I wanted to cover – but there’s plenty more BEDA days left to share all those little ‘insightful thoughts’ I have in random places like filling my car up with petrol, or washing the dishes. Until future BEDA posts…..
That’s all I’ve got.
We also had a talk about genetic testing and what I’ll do should the tests come back positive.
For those new to this blog, my Mum was diagnosed with breast cancer last year: See blog entry here Since then she’s had a few operations, gone through radium etc and is now on medication for the next five years in the hope that it will fix her up and she’ll be back to her old pre-cancer self.
Because of my Mum having breast cancer, I’m eligible to have genetic testing so see if I’m a carrier of the gene that causes breast cancer, and if I am what I’ll do with that information. I told her straight out, that if the tests come back that I have the gene – I’ll book in as soon as I can to have a double mastectomy. I’m not ‘precious’ over my breasts, I don’t have much to begin with, in fact sometimes my wonder bra wonders why I bother. I can get away without a bra at all. Sure people ‘stare’ at your chest trying to work out if you’re male or female. But to be honest I don’t give a fuck! If this test comes back that I have a gene that could mutate and give me cancer. I’ll be removing the area that the mutation could occur before there’s any chance of it occurring.
Basically my Mum’s supportive of whatever decision I make. However having said that I may get tested and find out I’m not a carrier of the gene. This means I’ll just continue on as I do now.
With this entry having quite a serious subject matter in it, I’ll finish up here. I’ve had some other things I wanted to cover – but there’s plenty more BEDA days left to share all those little ‘insightful thoughts’ I have in random places like filling my car up with petrol, or washing the dishes. Until future BEDA posts…..
That’s all I’ve got.
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