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'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!
The rocket ship containing my two little follicles, lovingly nick named The Scientist & The Artist, unfortunately crashed in a fiery explosion. I expected it with severe PMS symptoms and spotting in my second week of the horrible TWW (two week wait). Still, hope is a resilient and foolish creature, always finding Googled symptoms in… Continue reading Not about me
It happens unexpectedly. At 4 o'clock in the morning I wake from a dream where a panel of ex-boyfriends are told that I'm infertile and that they all probably dodged the same wonky, polycystic bullet. The grandfather clock chimes: 04:15 - I start thinking about managing the lab team since our boss is on leave… Continue reading Secret stress & panic rooms
Cytoplasmic rapids are rushing over molecular structures. Cells are vibrating and dividing to the rhythm of my biological "ticks" and "tocks". My mitochondria power stations are a bit slow to start this morning. Although it's early, a board meeting is in session and the gods are discussing the rearrangement of my ancestors' DNA. Just like… Continue reading The Artist & The Scientist
I never wanted to be the red eyed, slurring, drunk lady at the bar who shares her tragic story with whomever is unfortunate enough to wait a little too long for their cocktail/beer/brannewyn & Coke. We all have that one aunty whose service providers are always unreasonable and that one friend whose boyfriends are always… Continue reading Graciously vulnerable
In the future, when I have enough time travel points to allow me to travel faster than the speed of light (which might be uncomfortable since I get motion sickness) and I'm allowed to return to some past moments, this would be one of them. I'm sitting at my vanity table, reflecting back at myself… Continue reading Trapped in amber
The sun's reflection rises in the mirrors of Sandton's glass buildings. A light breeze moves the Earth with anticipation. The athletes stretch in silence - comparing confidence, muscles and luck. They take their positions at the start line and the scene relaxes in slow motion. The breeze holds its breath to allow the African drums… Continue reading Visualisation and insemination