"Being constrained, not able to share what you are thinking and feeling, especially with those you love deeply, is cruel, almost as cruel as cancer itself."
"Cancer touches the lives of countless numbers of people, sufferers and those who suffer because they are forced to bear witness to the suffering cancer causes. No one emerges unscathed."
"The garden talks to me . This is my passion, where my creative energies come alive. Amidst the forest of native plants, grasses, herbs, spring bulbs, brilliant deciduous autumn trees, orchids and roses are emerging in pots and across archways. The garden is ever changing, just like the weather and me. I walk in it, sit in it, marvel at it and drink it in. I dream of what I can do, then I make it happen, bit by bit. And then I walk, sit, marvel and drink it in some more."
"There is nothing so awful it can't be shared."
"The sun is higher now, highlighting the grass and the bushes while I write. It is so beautiful. It lifts my spirits bringing light to the darkest areas."
"Spring is here once more. The colour of the sky is beautiful - pale blues and greens, silvery in intensity. The first splashes of colour are apricot and cream. The apricot is expanding and deepening, a warning of things to come.
Deeper, stronger blues and purples have replaced the beautiful silvery colours, different but still beautiful. Dawn colours delight, often surprise. I love watching them."
"I need to get out and about more, taste the world, taste nature, and taste the garden. I'm too house bound. That limits my spirit. My spirit needs contact with the outdoors to flourish. I need my garden. I need to plant, to watch things grow, to feel the earth under my feet and in my hands, to know that life will go on."
"Hope is like a butterfly that gently alights in your heart. "
"Keeping the darkness inside is like a never-ending winter in your heart."
"Cancer is as much a mental game as a physical one. I don't know that it is going to be a long one the way things are shaping up. It doesn't matter whether it's short or long. I am here, in it for the duration, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health. I made those vows nearly 27 years ago and I still make them today."
"Death, like spring, brings with it the promise of renewal and new beginnings. "
"It's another beautiful spring day in Paradise. Birds are twittering. Soft pink streaks across the sky warming me, warming the day, and making me feel heartened. I love the sunlight. How could I live without the sun? It makes me feel warm inside and out."
"The garden is my palette. This is where I create, where I visualise what could be."
"Spring is here. Outside is a glorious blue sky. Sunshine streams though the trees and into our window seat. Sprays of golden wattle burst from the trees. The garden is sighing, sated after the recent rain. Birds are everywhere. The shade houses are filled with orchids in spike. Beautiful orchids fill the house. It is the season of hope and new beginnings."
"Cancer is a cruel disease. Almost as cruel is the conventional wisdom and etiquette that dictates how cancer victims and those closest to them are expected to behave in the face of its onslaught. It is embedded into our psyche that strength, stoicism or spirituality are the faces we show against this evil. "
"When cancer strikes it changes your life, but it doesn't change who you are. Your essence remains. The paradox is that although you are the same person you are indelibly and irrevocably changed."
"There's a touch of blue sky out there and wind - a cold wet winter's day is in the making. The snowy river wattles are laden with blossom. It won't be too long and the yellow will burst out. So too will the bulbs. Hopes for spring, for the future will burst forth, in a blaze of colour."
"Love, like sunlight, is healing and all-powerful. "
"Life, like sunrise, can often delight and surprise. "
"The bulbs should flower in a month or so. The place will be a picture of colour, smell and beauty. All the rockwork and the planting of hundreds of bulbs will come to fruition. The lemon and lime trees are languishing, in need of water and food, a bit like me. I'm in need of nourishment for the brain, food for the soul and solace for the spirit. I wonder how long we will have together."
"Cancer is confronting. It strikes at the heart and mind as much as the body. Life approximates a seesaw swinging wildly from one dichotomy to the other and back again. The natural rhythm and equilibrium of living is shattered. So too is your sense of personal safety and control over your life."
"Society lauds those who are courageous and brave in their battles with cancer, labelling them heroes. Falling prey to the fear and strong emotions cancer invokes is seen as giving in. Controlling your emotions is equated to controlling the ravages of the disease. Any overt signs or intimations of weakness are generally frowned upon."