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  • The joy of honest friends

    Posted November 2, 2013 by JoBattersby1961

    One of my dear friends recently came over with her husband from Canberra to stay with us. We have been friends since I worked there for three years, 20 years ago. I have only seen her husband on a few occasions as they met after I returned to Adelaide. She epitomises everything I value in a real fr...

  • The joy of a man recovered

    Posted November 2, 2013 by JoBattersby1961

    For the past few years I have provided work hardening placements to people recovering from a work injury. Some have had physical injuries and others psychological. All up I have had six different people in my team over time - some for a couple of months, others for up to a year. All of them have bee...

  • The joy of country hairdressers

    Posted November 2, 2013 by JoBattersby1961

    Yesterday I went to the hairdresser in Port Vincent to get my hair coloured. I did so because my usual hairdresser at home has closed her salon for a month while she has a baby. She works alone so there is no one else to take over while she is away. Whilst I hardly begrudge her the time off - perso...

  • The joy of reconnection

    Posted November 2, 2013 by JoBattersby1961

    On Tuesday we went to visit my uncle who lives not far from Port Vincent, where we are staying in our caravan. He lives in a country town with his partner of maybe 15 years. We all like her. She is a lovely woman. He became involved with her after he separated from my auntie - to whom he was married...

  • The joy of sea legs

    Posted November 2, 2013 by JoBattersby1961

    For the first few days of our stay at Port Vincent the friend I referred to in www.beatcancerwithjoy.com/discovering-moments-of-joy/ - the one who had also had breast cancer - has come here with her husband to spend some time with us. Not only did we want to enjoy some holiday time together, her hus...

  • The joy of routine mammograms

    Posted November 2, 2013 by JoBattersby1961

    Routine mammograms not only saved my mother's life, they also saved mine. Both of us had breast cancers we were unaware of until they showed up in a routine mammogram. And we are both still alive to encourage others to have them. They could save your life too. Since that time I have spoken to many ...

  • The joy of cold coffee

    Posted November 2, 2013 by JoBattersby1961

    I'm not one for New Year's resolutions so I'm not giving anything up. But it's that post Christmas period and I, like most people, have overindulged. Short of going on a complete detox, I have been trying to eat healthily and cut down on the usual suspects - sweet things, alcohol, coffee etc. For me...

  • The joy of soreness

    Posted November 2, 2013 by JoBattersby1961

    There's an immense satisfaction in demonstrating to your teenaged children, and their friends, that at 51 you can still achieve physical feats - including some they can't or won't attempt. For some time now, a friend whom we've only met in the past year has been inviting us to go up to the river wi...

  • The joy of clean sheets

    Posted November 2, 2013 by JoBattersby1961

    I normally change our bed sheets every Sunday and since I have been with my husband I have been introduced to Egyptian cotton 1000 thread sheets - just like the ones you get in expensive hotels. I have discovered that, over time, they get silky soft. Yesterday morning, as it was Sunday, I changed o...

  • The joy of shoes

    Posted November 2, 2013 by JoBattersby1961

    My mother loved shoes. She had many of them, mostly with high heels. When she took her shoes off she had a habit of leaving them under the window of my parents bedroom instead of putting them away in the wardrobe. When enough pairs had accumulated there, my father would line them up in a trail that...