On The Button
byThings are progressing just about as well as can be expected. Better even. Like, I haven’t misplaced a single child in the 48 hours I’ve been left in charge.
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The Best Laid Plans
byWell, that was one of the longest days of our recent history.
What’s Next?
byI haven’t written this week because a couple of things have happened. Big things. HUGE.
The Return of Tracey Frankenbowel
byThe photo at the bottom of this post isn’t graphic so much as you’ll probably think ‘holy shit’ when you see it.
Tracey Updates
byYour on-the-spot reporter, Bruce Devereaux, is keeping you posted.
Here We Go
byIf you asked me if I’m nervous about Tracey’s operation on Tuesday, I’d say I wasn’t. But I think I’d be lying.
Tracey Goes To Hospital
byIt’s finally time.
The Further Adventures Of Tracey Frankenbowel
byTracey is about to embark on the hardest leg of her medical journey yet.
“I’m Loving Myself Sick Right Now”
byThis post won’t be for everyone, but Tracey thinks it’s important to step up and stand proud about her body and what it’s been through and how hard it’s fought and how it looks. Personally, I think she’s sexier now than when we started dating twenty years ago.
Keep Eating Tracey
byThe kids have almost seen more of their mum in two days than in the previous two months.
Christmas Might Be Coming Early
byWhen you consider everything my beautiful wife has been through these past two and a half months, it’s really amazing how she’s managed to keep her sense of humour.
The First Supper
byThis week has been another one of firsts for Tracey: little milestones which flag the way back home.
So What’s The Latest With Tracey?
byHere’s the latest and the most recent on Tracey’s progress at the Royal Brisbane Womens Hospital.
Adieu, Adieu, to I and C and U
byNo one wants to take credit for the medical miracle which is lying beside me in her hospital bed while I type this. A bed, I should point out, which is no longer in ICU.