18/10/2026
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month.
Like so many people, I was touched by Breast Cancer at a young age when my gorgeous mum was diagnosed, and died from Breast Cancer. She was 49. This photo was taken 3 years before she died and is one of the few photos I have of us together.
My mum was an Animal (Sheep) geneticist, graduating from Sydney University in the 60's as one of the 1st women to graduate from Agricultural Science. She moved to Trangie in the mid-60's to take up a job at the Trangie Research station. While working out here, she met my dad, a local farmer - and went on to have 4 children.
She was both incredibly intelligent, but also kind, wise, funny and full of insight. She understood and knew us kids better than anyone else.
My mum had a wicked sense of humour, a love of the arts and music (hence my 1st career in Opera), and brilliant mathematical and scientific mind. I see both my kids in her - and she would have adored them.
My mum had a weakness for chocolate and liquorice (I love chocolate, but can't stand Licorice). She was renowned for being able to eat a full Cadbury family size block of chocolate from Narromine to the 7 mile (which was 7 miles out of town). And one year ate our Easter eggs, so had to ask our Neighbours to buy us some more when they went in to Narromine for Church on Easter Sunday.
My childhood was simple - growing up on a farm, the Poll Hereford Stud, dogs, poddy lambs and calves - and always lots of music. I was introduced to the world of music theatre when Les Miserables came to Australia in 1988 - the year mum had her mastectomy.
Mum had noticed many lumps through the years, but the cancerous one was one she left for too long - about 12 months. She was only 42, so was reassured, back in the 80's, that it wouldn't be cancer. The next 5 years saw her battle lymphadoema, metastases, a colostomy, severe cancer induced malnutrition (cachexia) - until she passed away in 1993 aged 49.
I remember her starting to plan her 50th - it was a goal she desperately wanted to reach. And she'd already started to make clothes for her grandkids - although she knew she'd never meet them.
Mum had much of her treatment out here in Dubbo in the late 80's and early 90's when Professor Alan Coates used to fly out to provide oncology services to the people of Western NSW. It is incredible just how much this service has changed - and I am so grateful to the incredible team here at the Western Cancer Centre in Dubbo who now service the people of the western region.
My mum's name was Narelle. My dad often called her Nell. Today I keep her alive in little ways - maybe crazily by calling my dog Nell (but if you know me, I adore my dogs, and I most certainly adore Nell!), and through Dubbo Health Hub. One of the big drivers for me in coming back to Dubbo was to support medical services in the region where I am from - to honour the incredible woman my mum was.
We all have our "why". I only had my mum for 15 years - but I was lucky that she gave me so much in those few years.