To make life easy, I have copied my online dating profile ...
Born
1 January 1972, Pukekohe, NZ
Gender
Female (the old-fashioned kind)
Occupation
Creative Accountant
Claim to fame
Highly Commended - Pet Section - Goats (Mercury Bay Area School, 1978)
Porn Star name
Albert Comers
Favourite animal
Squirrel
Favourite quote
When you’re going through hell, don't stop
Things I am thankful for
Toilet paper, cows, petrol and power steering, air conditioning, zinger burgers
Things I can't live without
All the above + coffee, laughs, hugs, cheese
Last meal on death row
Apple and blackberry crumble with lashings of vanilla icecream
My best attributes
My smile, my sense of humour, my kindness. I'm also really good at laundry.
Friends would describe me as kind, quirky, fun with a splash of reckless abandon. I am well mannered, generous, can hold my knife and fork correctly and don't wear ugg boots in public. I Iive in a teeny tiny 1886 cottage outside Bungendore, NSW. My companion is a 10-year old Kelpie, Lucy, aka shit-of-a-dog who has arthritis, dementia and a penchant for paw paw cream and wombat poo.
In 2022, quite a few shit things happened (actually, quite a few shit things happened in the years before that, I'll write about those another time). 15 months ago there was a cancer diagnosis, then treatment (surgery, chemo, radiation). At the same time, my 5-year relationship fell apart. It was a very painful and lonely year. Summed up by Liz in her 1992 speech, it was “… not a year on which I shall look back with undiluted pleasure. In the words of one of my more sympathetic correspondents, it has turned out to be an 'annus horribilis.”
I am slowly recovering - though have come to the realisation I will never be the same person I was BC (Before Cancer). That's a tough thing to reconcile because I quite liked the old me - warts and all. Sometimes I find it hard to remember the good stuff. When it all gets too much, I retreat into my burrow with a glass of champagne, my dog and write.
Writing my K2B2 blog was not only a way to practically share my shit 'journey' with faraway friends and family, it was also cathartic (don't underestimate the healing power of smashing your anger and sadness out on a keyboard). As I hammered away, there were times I found myself smiling - laughing even. In fact, if the only reason I write this blog is to make me - and possibly someone else - laugh, I think that is reason enough 🙂
The Full Bush Rat
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