13/12/2025
Having cancer has made me stronger, wiser and far more caring and supportive. That’s because of the tremendous support I’ve received (and still receive) from those around me. Strangers, friends, family, football clubs, work and colleagues. People from all walks of life reaching out, offering comfort and support to me and my family. Something I have treasured.
That outpouring of generosity has changed how I show up for others. It’s why I now stop to write a card or send a text, cook a meal, offer a lift, babysit or simply be a shoulder to cry on. I finally understand what people mean when they say “paying it forward.”
I’ve said this before. Don’t ask, “What can I do?” or “Call me if you need anything.” Most of the time, we don’t ask. It might be embarrassment, not wanting to be a nuisance or simply not having the headspace to know what we or our families need. Instead, offer what you’re going to do. Be observant. Make suggestions.
And for those of you going through unusual times, take the offers. It took me a long time to realise I needed to save my strength for recovery and for my family to keep functioning without worrying about chores or meals.
It’s not just in sickness, grief, at the time or years down the track. Unexpected kindness and moments of joy can throw us off balance too in the very best way. Pregnancy, birth, new job, relocation, etc.
Christmas time is when I feel it most. I get excited to feed a crowd, sit around a table with those I adore sharing food, stories, laughter (and a bottle!). It’s my small way of honouring the kindness that once carried me and still does.
Kindness has a way of finding its way back to us. Sometimes quietly, sometimes when we need it most. When it does, it reminds us just how connected we all are.
Merry Christmas. May we notice each other, show up for one another and keep paying it forward.
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