All posts tagged: Reflection

A New Moon…

New Moon definition/ A new moon happens every 29.5 days – when the side of the moon facing the earth is in total darkness.  In astronomy, a new moon marks the first lunar phase.  The original meaning of the term is the first visible crescent of the moon, which is briefly visible when it’s low above the western horizon just after the sun has gone down.  As a new moon represents the start of a new lunar cycle, it symbolises new beginnings. Why I love a new moon? … After darkness comes light, yet, before I am ready for the light, I need time to stop, take check, reflect and figure out what my new intentions are. A new moon gives an opportunity of re-setting, reflecting and intention setting every 29.5 days – so there’s ample opportunity to jump on board – it’s not about ‘new years resolutions’ it’s not about goal setting once a year and potentially failing, only having to wait another entire year to start over… Our purpose and intent for life …

Exist or Live?

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist that is all” – Oscar Wilde I believe in trusting your instincts, breathing deeply enough to allow a sense of calm and living with absolute intention… intention for what? Intention, which reflects gratitude, courage and hunger… hunger to live in a way, which makes your heart sing. Living intently to hear and chase your desires and dreams; and having the courage to dip your toes into the ocean of ‘life for the taking’. What is life to you? Personally for me, it’s finding what makes me tick, being at peace with the realities of my own unique life and the challenges that I face and cannot always control. It’s the beauty of acceptance and the peace that follows when I surrender. It’s learning to say ‘yes’ and when to say ‘no’ and when to still my mind so I can hear what my heart is speaking. To do more than simply ‘exist’ requires extension and the removal of self-barriers. It’s a fresh set …

Mindset… a Powerful Tool

Mindset definition: the established set of attitudes held by someone. Today I had my breast MRI and I will start by saying… I am really proud of myself (insert huge smiley face)! Scans after a cancer diagnosis – sadly become part of your life. Whether you like it or not, you will continue to be monitored, checked and scanned through a variety of medical interventions. Back in June, my scans showed changes – these were followed up with biopsies, which was not a pleasant time in our life, however, we received AMAZING benign results and an action to do a follow up scan in six months instead of twelve. The reason for my blog, is not really to tell you the ins and outs of scans etc. but instead to discuss the psychology of going through these motions; and behaviours and feelings in which arise on these occasions. Why am I proud of myself, you ask? Is it: Because I got through the one hour long scan with both my hands above my head and …

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 …