I’ve just gotten home from the Cancer Information and Support Services Conference in Darling Harbour hosted by the Cancer Council NSW, my totes fave cancer organisation. This was the “big one” I’ve been preparing for for months – the one I crowdfunded for to help me launch my books at. I’m pleased to report the event was a huge success as far as I’m concerned – YAY! I spoke on Saturday afternoon about my own experiences and about the books, and whilst I felt my talk was a little scattered (probably because I immediately followed lunch, and such eminently superb speakers as Jean Kittson and Keith Suter) the response from delegates was overwhelmingly positive!
Thank you to everyone who purchased the books, and thank you even more for sharing your stories with me, it’s the part I love best. 🙂
Before you ask, I missed seeing Ellen even though at times I was less than half a kilometre from where she was filming, eating or otherwise touristing with Portia in Sydney. I stared longingly out the window of the conference centre searching for signs of her Hummer or a large, screaming entourage of fans, but all I ever saw were punters headed for the Sexpo downstairs. I took to prominently wearing my Cancer Council name tag around the complex at all times as I dragged my boxes of books and my banner back and forth each day, lest I be mistaken for an exhibitor at that particular event.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
I’d love to write a long descriptive post with a blow by blow account of the conference, but I’m actually booked to speak to around 120 nurses from the Hunter New England Area Health Service here in Newcastle tomorrow and have only just completed my notes (argh) and power point presentation (argh, argh), so I need to get to bed and rest.
Besides, I think the humidity over the weekend has hatched fleas (thanks Cookie) in the mat under my chair, because my feet are itching like crazy, and I’ve just sprayed the mat with insect spray and so it stinks in here as well as being incredibly still and sticky. Argh x 3.
Catch you soon!
PS – I did do this however. This is the exterior of Phil and Amity’s house on The Block in Bondi, at about 9pm on Saturday night. No, I hadn’t had cocktails before this was taken. No, there wasn’t anyone home. Yes, I almost peed my pants with excitement. No, I don’t care what you think about Phil, Amity, Bondi, The Block or my obsession with celebrities.