Time passing

21 Jul 2013

The every-day hum drum of life is OK. It’s the quiet times that get to me. The times when grief is close to the surface of my heart, and erupts in a harsh sob, that I can’t even tell the people closest to me about. It’s almost two years since Mom died, and I am reminded daily of her influence in my life. My love for family, animals, sport and gardening, colour and beauty, and fairness and justice for all.

I was prompted to write this prose: Time passing.

It was hot that July. The day we brought Mom back from the hospital.

“There’s nothing more we can do” they said.

Nurses rallied round, arranging things. A view of the garden would help, they said.

And so we waited.

Time passing. Going nowhere.

Until Mom’s final journey.



I am a scientist and a blogger. I have a PhD in the genetics of cardiovascular risk. My Mom died of cancer last year. We learnt a lot and met some amazing people. I want to share with others how to live positively with cancer, and make choices in end-of-life care. My top tip: Ask the difficult questions.

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