For the sake of my kids and society at large I am practiced at putting on a brave face but I am struggling a lot at the moment; every now and then the facade cracks and I spill awkward tears before strangers. These past six months have been a dark… Read More »Fear, Anxiety and Worry- the three false lovers I’m breaking-up with.
Grief and Loss
My father died tragically and under traumatic circumstances in Johannesburg in 2000. Even more heartbreaking was the sudden death of my sister’s little boy the week before Christmas in 2016, I still can’t quite believe it and we will never ‘get over’ it.
On the 17th December 2016 my little 8 year old nephew died after a brief fight with illness following a strep throat which triggered a very rare and fatal syndrome called HLH (Hemophagocytic Lymphohistiocytosis). The easiest part of parenting is talking to other parents about how very hard it is… Read More »It's six months since my little nephew died.
My father was a neurosurgeon, and he made mistakes. If he had been more of a machine and less human, was never tired or sick himself and always made the right decisions, there are still vast swathes of unchartered territory in the medical understanding of how our bodies work. To… Read More »Confounding Symptoms. If only…
On Sunday morning, right at the end of the service, I was overcome with tearfilled anger towards God. During prayer another congregant was giving thanks for some of the elderly who have recently recovered from illness and surgery. It was the words “You are a God who heals” that got… Read More »‘Can a mortal ask questions which God finds unanswerable?’
It has been six weeks since my previous post and that’s because words lost all meaning when my sister called me to tell me there was no more hope for her little boy. Then the sounds and words that came from my mouth are not ones I can rewrite. There… Read More »Unspeakable grief – when our words fail: The Word.
A TALE OF TWO STAGES What does the opera ‘Vanessa’ and the musical ‘The Fiddler on the Roof’ have in common apart from an engagement toast followed by a dance, a plethora of females, a tragic ending and heaps of singing? The answer is not much. When it comes to chalk… Read More »To Life, l’chaim!