Poem – Alive, or Dead?
Snippets of memories from my two weeks in Dunedin HDU in the battle to save my left leg. Poetry speaks better than words sometimes.
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Into and out of deep dark places
I truly have been to deep deep dark places and it has taken me a considerable time to be able to even face writing this. I don’t even know where to start explaining what I’m […]
Poem: How do I?
Poetry- something I haven’t written for a long time. But sometimes it has better words – less is more.
Dealing with an uncertain future…
I am struggling to wrap my head around this whole thing. The real chance of significant permanent disability, the stark reality that my right leg will not ever be as good again, and the actual […]
Major surgery – and that’s not the end of it.
It’s tough writing this: the outcome wasn’t what I had hoped, and rather than the story ending, it has only just begun.
