Then the unimaginable happened.
In April 2016, my fit, healthy partner had a massive stroke. He lost every word, both spoken and written, was paralysed on his right side and couldn’t walk. I became not just his partner, but his caregiver. It’s been beyond tough.
I wrote an article for elephant journal about the experience: When the unimaginable happens and life goes into freefall
Three years on he’s walking well but has regained very little language. Imagine! He can’t yet say my name. On the brighter side, he’s become exceptionally good at mime. Our journey continues.
We live near Byron Bay, on the east coast of Australia, with our dog and cat, a python and a bunch of bush turkeys. It’s banana country. Tall palms whisper secrets to heaven, and ear-splitting thunder scares me witless when the summer clouds collide. It’s a very far cry from the six-lane traffic I grew up next to, and the high-rise flat I peeped out from. I visit London as much as I can. I will always belong to two hemispheres.
I support the Uluru statement of the heart.