I never thought I would share my deepest secrets with 100 followers! Thank you for letting me vent, allowing me to be lost and accepting me with all my quirks! I'd like to celebrate by sharing one of my poems with you that has been visiting my mind frequently since my Dad-in-law passed away. I… Continue reading Spinal muscular atrophy – A poem
These words will not be well thought through. The emotions will be jumbled, the sentences half finished and the spelling unchecked. Because just like that. Oxygen stops being absorbed by the lungs. The last heart beat echos away. My Dad-in-law's soul floats gently through the open window, over the swaying trees of Parktown and Johannesburg… Continue reading Grave to cradle
There is excitement and magic in watching the planned demolition of a building. The crowd gathers for the countdown, the sun beatles screech in the silence and then... The Bang! The tumble, the crash. The boring bit, for which no one hangs around, is the cleaning of the rubble, the sweeping of dust, the planning… Continue reading Demolition & reconstruction
"Here is a pic of what our little blastocysts look like!" I boasted on family message groups and Instagram like the mad scientist I am. I walked around with a stupid grin on my face all of Saturday. I even smiled broadly at pregnant ladies and high fived some kids in the grocery shop. Sunday… Continue reading My rollercoaster hit a low curve…
Not unlike a soap opera, IVF is a tale of intrigue, back stabbing (with needles), evil twins and unconventional love. Herewith, the bold and beautiful days of our lives... Follicle count Like a rockstar on holiday, I always feel edgy while waiting to start fertility treatment. But when the baseline scan arrives, I am suddenly… Continue reading Carbon based magic
I'm a little hen fluffing the straw around my little follicle eggs. I've build a nest of the finest feathers, fresh grass and rose petals. These 14 follicles are held tight below my heart. If anyone comes close, I hiss threateningly and bare my animal teeth. My octopus fingers caress the injection bruises on my… Continue reading Rose buds and turtle eggs
Scientists go crazy for conferences. We always have an internal competition about who can collect the most freebies from exhibitors; we love a good party with professors dancing on tables and although most of us are introverts, we love to accidently hang out and network with other passionate nerds. Working in the public sector and… Continue reading Sometimes I forget
“Those who have a 'why' to live, can bear with almost any 'how'.”- Victor Frankl A few weeks ago, we had a seminar by Dr Paula Fernandes, a psychologist from the Femina Breast Clinic, Pretoria. She counsels women who are diagnosed with breast cancer and have to make difficult decisions with regards to genetic testing… Continue reading What is your theme song?
"I have a "higher level" question for you Dr Y... If we force people who are not supposed to have children, to have children, are we not tempting fate? Won't we increase our chances of having an abnormal product? Where is the line?" I was both devastated and impressed by my husband's question. Our doctor… Continue reading IVF: That’s what’s up!
"I'm scared of darkness. I'm scared of light. I'm scared of the monsters under my bed. I'm scared of earth worms and politics, dentists, ghosts and critique. I'm scared of yes. I'm scared of no. I'm scared of dying before I start to grow." - A translation of one of my very old poems from… Continue reading No clowns in this circus!