A new definition of 'just Emma'

Wow, it has been a month since I published a blog! I understand why… this month has been chaotic! Possibly a little too chaotic!

It has only been in the last few weeks that I have felt on top of things again. The ups and downs of my health the last few months really took its toll both physically and emotionally and saw me need to disengage from many of the activities that keep me sane and feeling like ‘just Emma’, not Emma with cancer. 

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Melanoma March 2016

Come and join Team ‘Dear Melanoma’ at Melanoma March! I will be walking and speaking at the Brisbane Melanoma March  on the 20 March in West End. 

This is the first year that I have created a team for Dear Melanoma and I would love for you to be part of it. You can register for the march at www.melanomamarch.org.au. To join the team follow the normal registration process and towards the end they will ask if you want to join a team, at this point you enter ‘Dear Melanoma’. It is that easy!

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Not so desperate and dateless

I started writing this blog post yesterday and it was titled ‘desperate and dateless’ and after a doctors appointment today I needed to change the title. 

I know many of you have been waiting to find out the results of my PET scan that I had last Friday and I apologise for not updating you earlier. It has been a really hard week since finding out last Wednesday that treatment was not working and waiting for my PET scans to establish how bad the situation is. I needed time to process the information, but also have the time to communicate the news with my family and friends. To be honest, I also didn’t know how to tell you the news.

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A year of normality

As I sit on Facebook and read everyone’s reflections on 2015 and hopes for 2016, I find myself doing the same. 

For me, 2015 marked a return to normality. 

2014 was so up in the air for Serge and I. 2014 was amazing because we got married and we also travelled, but everything was overshadowed by my terminal prognosis, the reality of not responding to my initial treatment, and being told at the beginning of the year that I only had 3 months to live. Serge and I very much lived in the moment and spent as much time together as possible with Serge stopping work to make this happen.

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