Our love story: Serge's version...

Now to introduce Serge’s version of our ‘love story’.

Serge has given me permission to share this, but what he doesn’t know is that I have chosen to point out the inaccuracies in his story. Hopefully I won’t get in too much trouble!

I am sure after reading this post, and my previous posts, you will agree that I am so lucky to have found Serge. I think Serge was put on this earth to be my rock, my support, and my light. Serge brings so much happiness to each day, even during the lowest of lows. 

Enjoy!

Our love story: my version...

As promised in my last post, I am sharing with you my version of our 'love story'.

My version of our ‘love story’…

Serge knew the majority of my family for a year or so before we even met. However we officially met at my sister and brother-in-law’s, Ashlee and Shane. I was home from Timor Leste with dengue fever and was taking the opportunity to spend as much time as possible with my niece and nephew.

Planning a wedding when juggling a terminal diagnosis

As promised, I have written a blog dedicated to sharing Serge and my ‘love story’, and what better way then to share our wedding day.

Serge and I got engaged four months into our whirlwind relationship. We started discussing where our relationship was heading after I had been diagnosed with Stage 4 melanoma – a diagnosis that would see us experience what most couples wouldn’t experience in 30 plus years of marriage.

A successful event to launch 'Dear Melanoma'

Last weekend, with the help of a dear friend Rebecca Sparrow, I launched this new blog ‘Dear Melanoma’ with a lovely fundraising morning tea.

It is only appropriate that I share the success of the event here.

We had over 200 people attend the event. And although I do not have the final fundraising figure, it is with much excitement that I can share with you that we raised more than $11000.

An unwelcome visitor who won’t leave …

This time last year, my life was on track.  

I was almost at the end of a year volunteering in Timor. I was looking forward to starting my masters in Occupational Therapy, and I was coming home to an exciting new relationship.

Life was pretty much as good as it gets for a twenty-two year old.

But then came August, and with it my melanoma, and everything came tumbling down.

An introduction to ‘Dear Melanoma’

Over the last 6 months I’ve struggled with my diagnosis. I’ve had a great support base around me. I have fantastic doctors. But what I’ve been missing is somewhere to express my emotions openly and honestly.

There have been many times throughout my melanoma journey that I’ve just wanted to crawl up in a little ball and cry, or yell at someone because what they are saying is highly insensitive, or even a way to just laugh and make light of what is a pretty shit situation.