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Being Resilient

A few weeks ago, my doorbell rang. It was my uncle dropping off some things from my grandmother’s house. You see, my grandmother died in January. A few days after my 33rd birthday – while I was lying in hospital. This woman had been like my mother. For ten years of my life she took care of me, she brushed my hair, she dressed me, she made my lunch. She loved me like I was her child. When I turned 13, I packed my bags and moved in with my

The last few weeks have been really tough. My surgery went amazingly (Read about that here) well and a week after being sent home from the hospital I went for a check up and my surgeon happily reported that everything was perfect and it’s all over. I smiled all the right smiles but in my heart, I knew that if something seemed too good to be true, well then, it probably is. Sadly I was right. From right after surgery, I’d had a sharp pain just to the right of

These last few days have been sad days for me. Yesterday without thinking I opened up a letter my gran had written for my wedding. It was a beautiful wish for happiness and it means so much to me because my gran died the year after I got married. At the end of the letter she said she was glad she had met Gerard and she knew that we’d have a long and happy marriage. I basically lost all control reading that. I sobbed and then I sobbed a little

My stoma was never meant to be permanent. It was something that needed to happen in order for me to live and hate it as I did, it saved my life. I got my little friend “Francis” during an emergency procedure that saved my life after my colon was ruptured giving birth. You see, it (my colon) had been fused to my uterus and tugging my baby out my belly had caused my uterus to rip away from my colon leaving a hole in it. A number of days later

In September, after a number of complications, I woke up as an Ostomate. If you don’t know what an Ostomate is, don’t worry, neither did I till I was one. (Catch up on that story here) Ostomate, noun The definition of an ostomate is a person who has undergone a surgical procedure to create an opening in the body that will be used to discharge wastes. A person who had cancer and who can no longer expel waste naturally who has a surgery performed to create a port that bodily

So the last 7 months have been a roller-coaster of every kind of emotion. If you follow my blog, you know the story. If not, in summary, I had a baby in September and then had a whole lot of surgery after that, a stint in ICU and a little near death experience. I kid you not. Things have been hectic for me. Not only have I been trying to adjust to being a new mom which is bloody hard in itself, but I’ve also been dealing with my emotions

Sometime in September, after I had given birth to my son and landed up in ICU after severe complications, my mother walked into my room in the intensive care unit and with one look I knew she was there to break the news to me. The cancer that was eating him alive had finally beaten him. His body was weak, it was no surprise. It hurt but it was also a relief to know his suffering was over. “More and more, when I single out the person out who inspired

A drink of Whine

A drink of Whine | Tyranny of Pink

I’m not the person that I was Before Before my entire world came crashing down around me I try not to linger in sadness and self-pity but sometimes, you’ve just got to drink the wine   And I take a big deep sip That rolls on my tongue and down the back of my throat It hits the spot like a morphine drip   The pain is washed away temporarily providing me relief A chance to sleep A moment to forget   So I exhale and lift the cup again

I danced with the devil last night. Alone in my room, I waited for you. My mouth began to taste of blood. I should have known. I should have felt the ice slip through my veins. I should have heard the screams that chilled the darkness. Time ticked by. Seconds dragging on for hours. With every passing second of my life, you love me, only less. I long to die. And so I dance in my sleep. The blood in my veins will stop flowing and dry up. When you

We grieve more for ourselves than for those who have died One of the only things guaranteed in this world is death and so it surprises me how unprepared we are as a species for when someone we love dies. We are often completely thrown without the slightest idea how to treat people who are grieving. A little pat on the back and a sorry for your loss is usually the go to response. But really, how useful is that kind of behaviour and what is a good way to

  What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger I love this saying. I don’t know why but after the last five months it feels more true than ever. If you follow my blog, you will know what I’ve been going through. Life has been tough. If you don’t well in a nutshell, I gave birth to my son in September via Emergency C-Section. The days that followed were a nightmare. I suffered numerous complications and nearly died. I don’t think too many people know the meaning of looking death in

My New Business Launch Hello darlings, I sure have missed you. If you don’t already know, I’ve been majorly consumed with the launch of my new website. Have you seen it? Check it out… jonelledupont.com  I feel really proud of it. I’ve been working on it since July last year, on and off trying to decide exactly what it is I wanted to do and then once I had finally decided, I spent ages writing articles and making it perfect only to completely rebrand it a couple of days before launching.

Hello everyone, I know I’ve been really quiet the last few weeks. Life is pretty damn tough. Now that my son is no longer just sleeping all day and actually needs to be entertained, I have hardly any time for anything other than playing peek-a-boo and making bottles. It’s all worth it I swear. Remember this photo?  Yup, that’s me with my colostomy bag right after I got out the hospital. My tummy has gone down a lot (it was really swollen and I just had a baby) and it’s

2015 was a really hectic year for me. There were so many downs and a really really huge up with the birth of my son but after spending months at the hospital, I was ready to put the year behind me. After all, a new year represents new beginnings and fresh starts and all things wonderful that come with starting a new page in a new book. So on New years eve when my husband insisted that we go to the hospital, I point-blank refused. The pain and discomfort I

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