Rehab Review

20 years on from my stroke recovery and tonight reminded me just how powerful teamwork can be. My annual physiotherapy review where my whole physio team came to my home to review where I’m at, discuss what’s working, what’s challenging, and map out a plan for the...

Swimming Again…Differently

There was a time when getting into the pool meant peeling myself off a sun-warmed towel, slipping into cool water, and floating without a second thought. Then came the stroke and relearning what swimming meant to be. And since then, my eye graft has added a whole new...

Mother’s Day – My EXTRAORDINARY Mum

My entry into the world was a little more dramatic than most. My mum was already a mother to my older brother and sister when she went into labour with me. Back then, ultrasounds weren’t routine, so when she cradled her new baby daughter in her arms, she thought...

Rolling into the pool

This morning I rolled into the pool before work  thinking it would be a nice sunny Melbourne day. Instead the fog was so thick I genuinely couldn’t see the end of the pool. And for once, my struggle to see wasn’t because of my vision. As someone prone to getting...

When the beach meant freedom

There was a time when the beach meant complete freedom to me. Hot sand under my bare feet, running across the dunes without a second thought, and feeling the earth shift and sink beneath me as I moved effortlessly toward the water. The ocean was never something I had...