Ray's Words
The heritage bequeathed to me by my family and its various strands of forebears is of “maer boudjies” – thin, spindly, boney legs. Those forebears mainly were the ones roaming the plains alongside Cape mountains and the Karoo – when
(Part 1 of a post on negativity and how this new season, new heart, has allowed me to follow a different approach to the things I hope for.) This is how I typically watch a Bafana Bafana game even when
PART 2 I am going to avoid making any comments about the facts in this post – a previous version came across as too arrogant, triumphalist even. Our family has taken to using H1, Heart 1, for my original, birth
This is an oldie from about 2 months ago which I shared with some of you, but well worth another Saturday chuckle. When I first checked into the hospital, struggling to breathe, eat or make any non-clinical sense of this
God of second chances – thank you!! From the moment last Tuesday morning when I said goodbye in my “waiting” hospital Ward to an emotional Jan, the Polish seaman who was being treated for pneumonia contracted off the Atlantic coast,
I’m re-discovering the (personal) meaning of two words I thought I always knew until today. Gobsmacked. Surreal. I understood this afternoon for the first time what it means to be totally and completely gobsmacked, when I heard of the availability
I have today been told by doctors at Christiaan Barnard Memorial Hospital that a donor heart is available for me and will be transplanted tomorrow (Tuesday) morning. Head of the heart transplant unit Dr Willie Koen brought the news just
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