All posts tagged: Reflection

The Bad Days

I was reviewing journal entries when I came across one in particular… the pit of my stomach immediately dropped, I felt sick and reading the words took me back to a place where I wasn’t ‘good’. It’s an angry day, a poor me day and reading it back, pains me with sadness I’m going so well now, however, this is a dark reminder of the pain anyone endures in a battle against cancer. Today and the next two days touch on subjects that aren’t lollipops and rainbows.  Whilst my outlook on life is one to be excited about, it wasn’t always like that.  In terms of raising awareness, I owe it to fellow fighters, survivors and lifers to paint a picture of reality as well as the joys when you finally get out the other side. Please enjoy (maybe ‘enjoy’ is not the right word, maybe… please watch with an open mind and consider all people who have faced adversity of some sort).  The first of three in this series…

I’m Only Human

I have procrastinated in terms of what topic I am going to write today. Some days I pre-organise a few blogs (which takes all day) and other days I just see what I feel… and type. I have a loose list of subjects in which I aim to cover during ‘Blog-tober’, however, it holds enough flexibility that I can work on what I’m feeling rather than what is scheduled. If I’m too rigid, I end up with writers block because I HAVE to write about a particular topic. My words come straight from my heart so if I’m not naturally feeling something, it is just not going to convey as authentically. Today – I am human. I have been blogging for fourteen days straight. When I said I set myself a challenge, I certainly did. Writing every single day to a standard I am happy with is a job which keeps me busy, busy, busy. Today I’ve prepped an upcoming blog, but I’m not in the mind-set to put the final polish on my work. …

Why did I get cancer?

12 September 2014 – My Journal (written in the midst of chemotherapy) Lots of deep thoughts for this journal entry and something that I have been thinking about a lot since my diagnosis and it goes something like this… Why did I get cancer? I know that there is no definitive scientific answer to this question and I’m not particularly spiritual either. Religious to an extent, however, I don’t actively practice (I don’t go to church every week). After diagnosis, I became very distanced from the ‘Catholic’ beliefs and angry as to why this has happened to me. I guess it’s natural to want to blame someone. These angry feelings have subsided and I’ve come to accept that this (the cancer) is real, it is happening and I don’t need anger at God getting in the way of my recovery. But the question still begs at me… why did I get cancer? IT IS without a doubt the most obvious question anyone in my position would be asking. You then continue on the obvious arguments …

Words From My Mum

The people we are closest to are often the ones so busy caring that their grief can be overlooked. My mum was an absolute blessing when I was diagnosed, she stepped straight up and looked after my children, ensuring they were loved and cared for when my husband and I were in Sydney for surgery and IVF. Mum, like myself or should I say, me like my mother love to release emotions through writing. My mum writes a lot of poetry and she is also the proof-reader behind pretty much everything I write – thanks mum, I love you so much. So here is a piece my mum wrote when I lost my hair. I remember mum going home from work the day I shaved my head, she knew it was going to happen; yet it didn’t make it any easier. On that day she wasn’t coping and her daughter in her eyes wasn’t a thirty year old woman with two children, I was just mum’s baby girl who had always adorned long blonde hair… …

Wiggin’ Out

Come and meet my hairy friends, they are named after Victoria Secret Models, both real and faux.  I’ll tell you all about choosing my wigs… the crazy and urgent need to find one BEFORE I lost my hair and why I wasted my money… Here are some images from my wig wearing days… Bec x   © Copyright 2016 becbraid

The Shower That Saved My Life

The most common questions I am asked, is: “How did you know?” “What were the signs?” “Did you find it yourself?” For anyone with babies or toddlers in their house, know that time is in short supply to have uninterrupted adult conversation. My hubby and I often had our quality conversations in the shower at the end of the day when the kids were asleep. “In June 2014 this shower turned from quality conversation to life saving.” On this particular night, we were in our teeny-tiny shower and obviously because space was limited I was at a different angle (to showering alone) when it came to washing under my arms… I swept my soapy hand across my breast and into my armpit… “What was that”? I said, it STOPPED me in my tracks. I said to my husband, “Oh my goodness, feel this.” (Just in case I was imagining it)… Nope, I was certain I just felt a big ass lump in my right boob. He felt it too… I was pretty calm; he on …