As we come to the end of October, Breast cancer awareness month, I have been thinking about my nan and the hole left in our lives when she passed away of this horrible disease. This is my tribute post her.
I didn’t get the chance to know my nan very well because she left South Africa to move to New Zealand when I was small but the little I did know was happy memories. My mum always told me how my dance genes came from my Nana and that she was a beautiful woman who could really move. I am so grateful for those genes, I have to say.
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When my sister and I were small, we would go down to Durban, South Africa relatively often to see my grand parents. There are a few great memories from then. Unfortunately, when my grandparents moved back to NZ, I didn’t get to see them again until I was 18 and then it was a very different relationship because we weren’t kids anymore. We went shopping, cooked together and just spent some beautiful family time together.
When Nana was diagnosed with Breast Cancer, it was a bit of a shock to the system. It made life seem a lot shorter and a reminder we are all mortal. Mum managed to get the chance to see her mum before she died, which was a relief. To her dying day, Nana always wore lipstick and made comment to my mum about her not wearing any. Still makes me laugh.
Breast Cancer doesn’t have to be a fatal diagnosis.
Make sure you are check regularly and go for the mammograms when the doctor informs you. It’s worth catching it early. It can be dealt with.
Every year I do something special for Breast Cancer Awareness month to remember my Nan and support all those people still fighting. It’s usually something small. This year I had my nails done pink and had a strip of pink in my hair.
A bit of a different kind of post today but I thought I would share a bit of me with you. I hope you have enjoyed.
Until next time…