Metaphysics and philosophy · Scientifically Speaking

Spinal muscular atrophy – A poem

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

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ALS/MND Stories · Metaphysics and philosophy

Grave to cradle

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

ALS/MND Stories · Infertility schmertility · Metaphysics and philosophy

Demolition & reconstruction

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

Infertility schmertility · Metaphysics and philosophy · Scientifically Speaking

Carbon based magic

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

Infertility schmertility · Metaphysics and philosophy

Rose buds and turtle eggs

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

ALS/MND Stories · Infertility schmertility · Metaphysics and philosophy

Sometimes I forget

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

Infertility schmertility · Metaphysics and philosophy

What is your theme song?

“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?

Infertility schmertility · Metaphysics and philosophy

No clowns in this circus!

"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!

Infertility schmertility · Metaphysics and philosophy

Not about me

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

Infertility schmertility · Metaphysics and philosophy

Secret stress & panic rooms

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