A blog full of memories
My Dad gets on the phone tonight: Jennie. Jennie. I have to tell you this joke. He’s laughing but gasps out: Bertrand told it at the dinner table the other day. And if there is anything my Dad likes (besides my Mum and KFC), he likes Bertrand’s jokes. He gets the added enjoyment of hearing …
I meant to write my synopsis of the Avon walk on Monday, but I was tired and believe it or not, my feet were sore. They were even sore when I was sitting down and didn’t put any pressure on them at all. My toes were tender too. Very tender. My arches were the worst. …
When my parents came to visit me last December, my Dad had his head completely shaved. He did it in solidarity with our friend Therese who was losing her hair to chemo treatments. Therese’s husband Bertrand also shaved his head. When Dad shaved his head, he got Mum to take a picture and send it …
I have registered for the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer this July 8th and 9th in San Francisco, California. I’m feeling pretty good about it. It’s a personal challenge. It’s a personal goal. It’s a commitment to my future. ( I thought I might write a blog about it because breast cancer affects me personally. …
