The Smileys

Two years ago today, I was lying in a hospital bed, endoned up with an ice pack across my neck. When I had this initial surgery, we didn’t know it was cancer.  There were just a couple of smallish nodules on the right side of my (enlarged) thyroid.  So the Read More …

Dr Natasha Andreadis • The Body: An Intuitive Machine

At the end of last year, I caught up with Dr Natasha Andreadis: an integrative fertility specialist, gyaecologist and health coach practising here in Sydney, Australia. She’s such an interesting person: special skills include helping to make babies. (She also rocks the electric guitar) But what I really connect to Read More …

The Cancer Council Online Community

When I was told my first surgery revealed I had cancer, and that I would need a second surgery then radiation, I thought I knew what I was in for. There would be the physical scars, some stiffness and vocal weakness for a while, but, in the specialist’s words “you’re Read More …

Podcast Ep 2 • The Story of The Red Shoes

Firstly, I’d like to thank you so much for all your kind words and encouragement, after my first episode went live. As some of you know, I work as a TV presenter here in Australia, but podcasting is a very different medium, in a way more raw and vulnerable.  But Read More …

The Red Shoes Podcast

Welcome to my brand new podcast! When I first started The Red Shoes, I wanted to express some of what I was thinking, feeling and learning.  I very quickly realised that blogging was only part of it – there are so many wonderful people who have come into my life Read More …

The Moment of Diagnosis (or, When The Shit Hits The Fan)

“Endocrinologist. Endocrinologist.  Endocrinologist!” I’ve never seen an endocrinologist, I don’t even know what they do, but every night as I close my eyes, there is that word rumbling through my mind, like a runaway train. I make an appointment at my GP’s office, perch myself tentatively on the edge of Read More …

The Red Shoes Story

I was 18 when I fell in love with my first pair of red shoes.  Mum and I had travelled to Paris together, and were enchanted by the European style and flair.  There they were: bright red Mary Janes, the softest leather, a sweet little ankle strap.  They made me Read More …