Late yesterday afternoon, in a small boardroom within the Neurology department of Toronto Western Hospital, I was privileged to see the culmination of a project that almost three years ago was little more than a glimmer of an idea shared between three like-minded ladies, all touched by harsh reality that is life with a brain... Continue Reading →
46. When Dreams Come True
One of the things I've (stubbornly) held onto since the tumour diagnosis/surgery/recovery is that I spent the bulk of my daughter's first few years of life distracted by what was going on in my own life, and because of that, I never got to spend the same kind of quality time with her in her... Continue Reading →
25. Savouring These Last Few Weeks of Summer with Simple Childhood Fun
I've said it before.  And I'm not naive.  I know that our family's not likely to have summers like this again.  Summers where the older one is still willing to play on a slip n' slide for hours with the little one.  Or where they set up forts, and play spy, and try to ambush each... Continue Reading →
What the Doctors Don’t Tell You About Surviving a Tumour
It’s been two weeks since I got my 5-year all-clear from my Neurosurgeon. I surprised myself by not making more of a big deal out of the occasion - in years past after my annual MRI’s have come back clean, I’ve bought myself ridiculous shoes, a bottle of champange, or something out of the ordinary... Continue Reading →
An Epiphany of Sorts (in the gym and in life)
I haven't been writing much lately. Â Partly because the last 10 days have been a merry-go-round of commitments both for the kids and the adults. Partly because I've been feeling the pressure of the season to go out and BUY! Â And partly because I've been busy mentally filing away and letting go (once and for... Continue Reading →
The Weight We Carry
Nope, this isn't an article about post-thanksgiving weight management strategies (I may be Canadian, but we celebrate American thanksgiving which meant this was a weekend of family and food for us!). Rather, it's a note about the stories we tell ourselves; the stories we hold on to; the stories we assume without question to be... Continue Reading →
When Gratitude Just Isn’t the Right Word
Today is a milestone in my life. Â A day to remember where I've been, to think about where I am, and to dream about where I want to be in the future. Four years ago today when the alarm went off at 4:30 in the morning, I had to try and kiss my sleeping little... Continue Reading →
Surrender
Have you ever experienced the phenomenon when a word or a phrase or a concept keeps coming up in your life? Â Like the universe may be desperately trying to get you to turn your attention to something? Â Well, that's been happening to me. Ok . . . my son has been asking me at every... Continue Reading →
It’s Almost 4 Years Since I said Goodbye to my Tumour . . .And Why This Year, I want to Celebrate That Day
I couldn't do a pose in yoga yesterday . . . "It hurts the seam in my skull", I told my teacher. Â "Right," she said, "I'd forgotten about that". Â And we both laughed. It's almost inconceivable to me that four years have gone by since I had a craniotomy to remove my brain tumour. Four... Continue Reading →
When the Value Placed on Your Life is $0
A confluence of events over the past few months has lead to the Husband and I reassessing our insurance needs lately; policies came up for renewal, the Husband turned 40, we realized our life is a bit different than it was 10 years ago when we first took out insurance policies . . . Specifically... Continue Reading →
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