Basia Unleashed

I just thought I would add a quick thank you to my friends who sent me messages of love and support during what were a few very difficult weeks for me. Luckily I was able to get the tests done quickly and fortunately, everything is fine. It made me realise how lucky I am to have you all, and that once again, I have been shown that life is too short to piss about and not tell people how much you love them. Thanks for sharing your hearts, flowers, endless bottles of wine and jacaranda trees with me. You know who you all are xxx

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any hangover cures?

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So what’s a girl to do when she finds a lump on her breast and given her family history with this randomly diabolical disease, has a bit of a girlie panic attack? Well it’s obvious innit? She goes to the SHOE PALACE. Where she lashes out on a fabulous pair of kinky boots and somehow manages to get a pair of strappy sandals thrown in for free. Well, I didn’t exactly lash as the Italian boots were on sale in Norton Street’s Italian Forum and I do need them. So they’re not a luxury item at all. See how I can justify this? S’easy….

What’s not so easy is dealing with the feelings about the other stuff. Sure I know that it will turn out to be nothing and everything will be peachy once more, but it’s now I can hear the voices of my mother, my aunt, my grandmother and my great-grandmother, all of them lost to cancer. I can also hear you too Marie, it’s been a year now since you too were stolen by cancer. A whole year, I can hardly believe it.

The next time I write about this, gentle readers, I do fully expect to say, well, that was a whole big dog and pony show about nothing. Say a little prayer.

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