Linda is a Gungarri woman, and she has breast cancer. With this diagnosis you see life differently, butterflies, the moon and big cups of tea become part of life's healing.
What’s in a name? Everything! My mothers name is Jackson and my fathers name is Kyle. I have the Gunngarri and the Gubbi Gubbi Barra Burra running through my veins. So do my children, Loren, Leroy and Justin and my grand daughters, Serena and Bianca.
Six years ago I found out I have breast cancer. I was so afraid for myself and my kids. I thought I was going to die one day soon. A year later the cancer was in my bones.
News like that changes you. I have a different way of looking at the world. I’m like a butterfly. They come to me when someone passes on.
I decided it was time to get my Degree. I’d always wanted to help my people. Studying Social Work has taught me so much about myself and others, but it’s been a juggling act between treatment, studies and family.
I met my grandma, Emily Jackson, when I went to Queensland aged thirteen. I doted on her. I’d bring her out big soup cups of tea while she sat on the veranda and together we’d gaze at the moon. She called me her little nurse. She was a planter too. In times of trouble, when I have a problem that I can’t resolve, I ask her, “What will I do Grandma Emily?” She takes care of it for me, she is always with me walking every step of the way. I now like to drink my tea in large soup cups like my grandma.
My children keep me looking into the future. My garden keeps me focused. In February I plant bulbs so I can see them in the spring. They make me feel alive. I wait for their awakening, it’s part of my healing.