At the end of the day, Lord, I pray I have a life that’s good. I am half Mauritian by background, and I have always been so proud of that. People always asked “what are you mixed with?” and came up with suggestions like Spanish or Italian based on my look and name I suppose.Continue reading “A Life that’s good”
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Finding Peace
After my previous post “I look to you”, I realised that I wasn’t as happy as I thought I was. I was scared that I’d didn’t even know what made me happy and that maybe somewhere deep down my mind was fiercely trying to retaliate on my rational and heart protecting feelings. On Monday lastContinue reading “Finding Peace”
Apologies for Yesterday
Would you give me a moment to say that I’m sorry for yesterday’s sadness and the night that was lonely. Would you give me a moment to explain what I can of the uncertainty I feel and then hope you understand. Apologies for yesterday, I think I’ll get better Soon I’ll move past this andContinue reading “Apologies for Yesterday”
I Look to You
For a second you were here. For a second that beautiful smell of that perfume wasn’t the brunette sitting opposite me in a beanie hat, it was you, next to me, dressed up on our way into London for a night out. God that smell, I miss it so much. I close my eyes andContinue reading “I Look to You”
All the same
These days are far away from the last time that we met, I rushed to meet you with my bad jeans on, a jumper and hair still wet. It wasn’t the same, and it was like that for a while, but I always miss your face, your eyes and your smile. At that point thenContinue reading “All the same”
G is for George
As I walked into the room, I barely knew which person was the patient and which was the company. Both women, standing there in front of me, similar ages, similar physical beauty and dress. Then she smiled, and I knew right away who I was to be focusing my energy on for the next 11Continue reading “G is for George”
As strong as her
LR was the first patient that made me feel like I was actually a nurse. She needed me and I, in some ways, needed her. She gave me confidence and hope and strength. Gosh, the strength of that woman you couldn’t believe. LR had lymphoma, the third life threatening cancer she has encountered in herContinue reading “As strong as her”
