Just Emma

Hello, lovelies.             For as long as I can remember, the big C was only spoken about in hushed tones. Those that had ‘it’ were kept away for the rest of us. Was it for their benefit? To keep them safe and away from the unwanted stares and misplaced, if not well meaning, sympathy? Or to keep them away from the rest of us? To stop us from catching the debilitating and terminal disease? We’ve been told that we can bring cancer to our own front doorsteps by smoking, staying out in the sun for too long and eating the wrong kinds of foods. By drinking, obesity and our diet and unhealthy eating. Lack of physical activity and breathing in air pollution and radon gasses. Even using our mobile phones could bring the disease into our lives. But is that all there is to cancer? A terrifying, deadly and evil monster that can and will change our lives forever? Or is the diagnosis of cancer really just the start of a journey that is no where near as scary as you th...

Hello, lovelies.          Life is ever changing. One day we’re up on this whole adulting thing, and the next we want to give up, climb back into bed and sleep the day off. But one thing is for certain and that is we know our own bodies. Okay, so as we get older bits of us start to hurt, our ability to remember why we walked into a room can be shaky, but by and large we know ourselves and what we can expect from our mind, bodies and spirits. But what happens when our bodies change and stop doing what they’ve always done? What happens when all our tricks and tips stop, and we are left feeling different or odd and as far away from what is normal? Does it mean that this is the end of life as we know it? Should we give up and walk away? Or is it at that very moment that it is more important stop, breathe and fight with all we’ve got for ourselves.           Growing up I never really understood the concept of what personal boundaries meant. H...

Hello, lovelies.         Friends come it all wonderful shapes and sizes. Some of us have vast friend groups, whilst others can count on a very select few to be there for us when the going gets tough. We have our BBF’s, our long distant friends, fair weather friends, and those friends that are wolves dressed up in sheep’s clothing that will happily stab us in the back at any given moment. And then there are those friends who actually run towards us when things start to fall to pieces. But what makes a good friend? Are we ourselves a good friend to others? Or are we only good friends when we get something out of the friendship? How important are friends in our lives? They say that no person is an island, but aren’t we better off being alone than surrounded by our disingenuous friends? And if they are so important, we better make sure that we choose them wisely.           I have the amazing ability to see only the very best in people, ...