MyWorldMyLife

Taking you through my journey, I hit a point that was exceptionally tough after leaving the breast care clinic: deciding when and how to share my diagnosis. The conversation between my husband and me about when to tell our loved ones was filled with uncertainty and concern. He felt sharing early would gather essential support sooner, which we’d inevitably need through this difficult time. Meanwhile, I hesitated. The idea of inviting others into our whirlwind of confusion and anxiety felt overwhelming, I wasn’t ready to add any more stress to our already heavy emotional load. I was acutely aware that opening up about my diagnosis would unleash a flood of well-intentioned inquiries and offers to help, all of which meant well but seemed daunting because I didn't feel equipped to handle them yet. The truth was, I wasn't ready. I didn’t know how to do this. I didn’t know how to be this person. I didn’t even know who she was or what she needed. I had no answers. After countless lon...

I want to tell you the story behind one of our family favourites: Milk Tart, or Melktert in Afrikaans. The first time I made it was to surprise your stepdad and give him a little taste of home and childhood, and it quickly became a favourite in our household!  It’s creamy, light, and absolutely delicious... the kind of dessert everyone loves. Your stepdad, being from Cape Town, and of course you, have always adored it. It’s a traditional South African treat that’s easy to make and perfect whether you enjoy it warm or cold, as dessert, breakfast, or even a little afternoon snack with tea or coffee. It’s like a custard pie, but silkier and lighter, and the best part is, you probably already have most of the ingredients in your kitchen. While the tart base can be made from scratch, I usually use ready-made shells to save time, so the magic is all in the creamy filling. I hope one day, when you make it yourself, it reminds you of that first surprise, our family table, and the littl...