My husband will tell you I have one major character flaw (others will probably tell you I have many!). It’s something he affectionately refers to as ‘expectation verse reality’ disorder. In other word’s I was born without the ability to be realistic in pretty much everything I do.
Employable I was not. Between my pink African braids, eyebrow and lip piercings and tattoos I wasn’t what you would call a ‘prime candidate’. I went to Uni and managed to get an Advertising Degree thinking I’d easily slip into a creative role. I was wrong. I even sent one CV in on a toilet roll (I’m serious) and still couldn’t get a job. (Who could resist that job application!?).
So its Breast Cancer month and to date this year I’ve stayed pretty quiet … am sure most of you know I diagnosed myself 18 months ago at the ripe old age of 37yrs (to say it was a shock is an understatement). However the blog this week isn’t around education or early detection as I feel like I’ve done enough of that over the past year. Instead, I wanted to focus on ‘What to do if someone you know gets diagnosed.’
As a mother of four daughters myself the daily school run has become a mere formality (no I don’t have nannies or an au pair or anything of the like for those who ask). I do it myself. Shock horror.
I learnt diplomacy very fast …. From turning down married All Blacks to back peddling when I asked another rugby player what he did for a job only to be told by the magazine editor (in a not so nice tone) “He’s the captain of the All Blacks”. A sports watcher I am not.
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