2012 – At Last (part 2)


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My overseas family was here in the summer and we managed to get tickets for some of the Olympic heats. We had a fabulous time and saw some of the big names. An experience I never expected to have, so a big ‘thank-you’ to my son and his family and all who made the event so memorable.

Too many friends died last year, which i suppose is a sign of my/our advancing years. I had to see a dermatologist regarding a blemish on my face and leg and visited him shortly before going away on holiday and he said the thing on my face was no more than a keratosis, but thought the one on my leg was a Bowen’s tumour, which was nothing to worry about, as it was a pre-cancer, though should be removed as it may have developed into something more serious. He arranged to do the surgery when I returned from holiday. I duly notified my travel insurance company who then upped my cover by £400, making the total nearly £700 – a hundred pounds for each week I was away!

I went off to visit my elder son and family in Hong Kong and my cousins in Australia. It was certainly a holiday of a lifetime, but Oz was unbelievably cold, with some crops being ruined because of frost – and me in need of a hot water bottle!

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  There were lots of highlights on my trip, not least the road trains and heavy machinery.

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Wave Rock

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It was a very varied trip, with a week of hunting the vast array of wild flowers.

Another of the highlights was a drive down the Tin Horse Highway. My photos won’t do it justice, so I suggest you take a look at the link…

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Born in Liverpool at the end of WW2, but raised in Skelmersdale. I first studied art in Southport from 1960-63 and worked in graphic design till I married. In December 1969 I moved to Zambia with my husband and two young children. There I taught art in the local girls school, illustrated for the National Correspondence College and did all sorts of other artwork, paid and unpaid. In 1978 I divorced and remarried in the summer of 1980. In 1985 I became ill and the following year cancer was diagnosed. There was no treatment available in Zambia and so I had to go to the UK. After recovering from a radium needle implant I went back to Zambia, but 18 months later the cancer recurred and it was off to the UK again for radical surgery. This time I realised I must stay in the UK where treatment was available, so I never returned to Zambia nor my husband. A few months later I applied for a degree course, but two years later the disease metastasised and I spent most of my final year in and out of hospital. It’s been a long hard road, but I’m still plodding on and it is now 24 years since my last cancer treatment. Because of my experience of cancer and surviving against the odds, I try and help others cope with their devastating diagnosis and prognosis.

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