Me looking in: Status updates and other posts of my own self-reflection.
I live in Ipswich, Queensland, a small city of 162,000 people located about a 40-minute drive west of Brisbane. Theresa and I moved up from… Read more
My work life is a series of controlled scheduled actions. My daughter’s birthday provides the opportunity to reflect on the value of unplanned events. We… Read more
Social media played a huge part in the response efforts for the recent Queensland floods. Reflecting back at the amount of time I spent glued… Read more
I live on an acre on the river in Ipswich, Queensland. The value of this statement is much less now than it was 10 days… Read more
My public sector stint in environmental sustainability prompted putting pen to tablet a few years back. Please feel free to watch and read more about… Read more
Having a birthday in June is good, as it presents an opportunity to reflect both as a half-way point through the year and a start… Read more
I recently launched www.mypizzapersonality.com to help you find your inner pizza and to help me answer a very critical question. This is the story behind… Read more
A brief non-event on my scooter prompted a fellow commuter to question if I have a ‘death wish’. This leads me to ponder the rationale… Read more
A final hospital visit has ended my lung lump saga with a name: chondroid hamartoma (roughly translated as “tough nodule”). The discovery makes me wonder… Read more
Based on the fact that I am writing this in the hospital after the biopsy, I can now say my lung lump is not a gateway to another dimension, ready to release netherworld mammals. I can also say that spending time in a hospital is great for perspective on the reasons why we blog.
As I commented previously, my lovely lung lump was to be assessed by a third opinion of the radiologist. This third opinion was decidedly indecisive as well, so I have made the call to get what they call a biopsy. For the uninitiated (to whom I belonged not so long ago), a biopsy is when they stick a needle in you and get a sample, like the counter girl at Baskin Robbins reaching into the chill box for a sample of ice cream. Only without all the flavors.
I met my lung lump quite literally by accident as a result of the cracked rib incident.
Recent comments
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Brett Ross
Hi, what a great article. I've lived in…
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Ruth Booij
Hi Theresa, What an excellent piece of positive…
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