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Interview with Lynne Minion

An exclusive interview with Lynne Minion, author of Hello Missus: A Girl's Own Guide to Foreign Affairs (HarperCollins)

An exclusive interview with Lynne Minion, author of Hello Missus: A Girl’s Own Guide to Foreign Affairs (HarperCollins), selected as The Australian Women’s Weekly Great Read for September. Q Congratulations on your book, Hello Missus, A Girl’s Guide To Foreign Affairs, which is about your adventures, including those of the heart, while living in East Timor – I loved it. A Thank you, I’m very excited about it. Q You became interested in the place while working as a journalist, was it a particular assignment that sparked your interest? A I met Jose Ramos Horta (Nobel Prize winning Foreign Affairs Minister of East Timor) at a small pro-Timorese protest here in Sydney’s Hyde Park in 1996. There were about 20 people there. I was working for SBS World News and I was one of the few media covering it. I was very much inspired by the protest. And I’ve met a lot of Australians who have said that if they could, they would really like to chuck everything in, and go teach English or contribute in some way to countries like Cambodia or Vietnam. They were interested in these post-conflict countries, to help in a humanitarian way. And I was given notice on my beautiful harbour view apartment and by then I was working freelance and I had to put all my possessions in the back of a removal truck anyway and I thought well … this probably is the only time in my life I’ll be able to pursue that dream. Q So the decision to go to East Timor was intellectual or emotional? A Both, remembering that my family had also suffered terrible repression and pain and poverty and were refugees. Q Where are they from? A Ukrainia Q Did they come out here after WWII? A Yes, my mother and her parents. And I grew up on my grandmother’s knee, listening to these remarkable stories of war and hatred but also of survival and humanitarianism. And here was this cause that was on Australia’s doorstep and I had had my eyes opened to it and I wanted to learn more about the issues I was reporting on. And getting to know the activists, the leadership, was all very inspiring, especially as international opinion was shifting and there was a great momentum towards emancipating the East Timorese. Q After interviewing Jose Ramos Horta at the protest, you stayed in contact with him? A Yes through the journalism. Because he visited Australia often and had a high media profile and was very approachable. I continued to interview him on and off for years up until I was at the ABC and at that point, very interested in the Timor Gap (agreement). And I wanted to be at the Independence celebrations. To me that was history being made and it was wonderful history. This was a chance for a nation to celebrate for the first time in its history. It had taken very many decades and very many lives for it to happen. It was a great big party being thrown in Dili and whoa, that was irresistible to me. Q How long were you at SBS TV? A Probably around two years. Q And after that? A I’ve also worked as media advisor for organizations like the Red Cross and Greenpeace, so I’ve been flitting back between journalism and social change and humanitarian organizations. Q What did you do with the ABC? A Stories for the news and for Lateline. Q How long were you in East Timor for, all up? A One year. Q I was surprised at the strict Catholicism in East Timor. A Many people assume, particularly because Indonesia is the largest Muslim country in the world, that East Timor is too. Or that the Timorese would not have been allowed to continue with the Catholicism that the Portugese introduced there. It’s fundamentalist Catholicism. Q At the beginning, the strictness of it even shocks you. For example, when you think that chaste outfit you wear to a party is appropriate and Horta says it’s too bare and not respectable? A I had put a great deal of thought into cultural sensitivities, too! I had borrowed that lilac dress, knowing I needed to dress conservatively and had to be quite chaste – no bosom, below the knee, no pants. But this was considered outrageous because it had tiny straps and was exposing the shoulder blades. When you think about it there is something very feminine and seductive about that part of a woman that is very distinctive from a man’s. And I’d never thought about it before. The first time I came back to Australia for R&R, I was on stop-over in Darwin and I found myself disapproving of the scantily clad women. How can they leave home looking like harlots, I thought to myself! To this day I find my dressing style is a little more conservative. The Fundamentalist Catholic attitudes though has engendered some profound social problems in East Timor. The treatment of women, the multiple births in a country that is profoundly poor, no contraception in a country where a HIV epidemic is a real potential. Q I imagine it’s the poverty and lack of education that makes the Timorese more vulnerable to fundamentalism? A Yes, people aren’t educated enough to challenge or question. I don’t think being able to question Catholicism makes you a bad Catholic. Q You had two jobs, helping set up a new TV station and then working for the Prime Minister, but nothing you did worked out? It was like a black comedy. A I would never have imagined that I would have so many experiences and achieve so little. I think that is a very common experience for people who go to these places, particularly those who work for the United Nations. It’s a very frustrating bureaucracy. Q It was incredible what you came up against – the cultural differences. I’m trying to think of some of the bizarre things that happened at the TV station. A Like the explosion of the homemade wine? Q Or like doing a story about a guy accused of murder and your colleague’s disinterest in giving any kind of balance or fairness in reporting. You were trying to establish professional standards but they couldn’t have been less interested. In fact they resented you, if anything. A They did resent us. But it is the case that neither of my bosses, not the head of the newsroom or the Prime Minister ever spoke to me once. The disdain with which our very genuine desire to assist is treated, was my first real shock of being over there. Like: What do you mean? I’ve left my family! I have made certain sacrifices to come here and you’re saying I should just go home or whatever … give us your beer ration and then we might like you? I thought for a start that’s just downright impolite. And it really shattered a lot my happy idealistic notions. I thought it was all going to be so very lovely and so nice of me and it was all just going to be fabulous. I didn’t realise it was going to be really hard slog and I wouldn’t be appreciated. Q And that you would be shown antipathy? A Yes, antipathy. It was quite a shock to me. Q It seems there is a big distance between reality and illusion, especially when it comes to western ideals and a developing country? A Therein lies the message in the book. It’s all very nice for us in our air-conditioned offices to have our opinions about the struggles in these poorer nations. To have our philosophies and ideologies. But it’s different when you go over there. It’s hard. It’s more complex. All of those stereotypes, whether left or right wing, are wrong. Every country is different. And things change. I’m sure that Timor is vastly different now in 2004 to the Timor I lived within in 2002. I think some of these ideologies and principles are not only close minded, but I think they can be harmful and damaging. And yet these are often the basis of decisions which influence whether people live or die. Where the aid is given, what it is given too. So I learned that. It’s all very different to what I imagined it would be. I thought I would go over there and give out flowers or something. Drink nice cups of tea with people who would say ‘oh thankyou for coming.’ Q The other surprise in the book was the antipathy generally shown to Australians – I had this idea that we were the benevolent big brother in the region and I thought we’d be at least liked? A The Timorese PM on Four Corners recently called Australians greedy. Now I find that offensive. Over 20,000 Australians left their homes and went over and not for a holiday or trip, but to do a tour of duty of some kind, civilian police and peacekeeper. There’s been 400 million dollars of aid given since 1999. We would like to think we would be liked at the very least. Aid shouldn’t be a transaction it should just be a benevolent gift. However our aid has been seen as serving Australia’s own interests and the attitude is that we have been seeking to have instant repayment via proceeds from the Timor Gap (oil and gas) Agreement. However the fact is Australians do care about Timor. Australians have gone over there in droves and made sacrifices and they have given money. And Australian children have had cake stalls and given Xmas presents. We do care. And we’re not greedy. Q Do you think many Timorese people resent the Australians there because they seem so rich compared to them? A That’s right, it was like we were rubbing it in their faces. They had nothing, they lived in such poor circumstances … educating their children was difficult, they had no filtered water, no or little electricity and we were drinking chardonnay at waterfront restaurants with almost a UN land-rover per head. Living this absolutely fine life. Certainly a life of luxury that they could never imagine. I came to understand what poverty was. I thought I was very clever and humanitarian and that I knew a lot about developing nations particularly because my family had spoken about these issues. I went over and saw poverty and I was shocked. Q What did you set out to achieve by writing the book? A It was really to try and teach people about poverty. To take them all on a journey, not hit them over the head with it, not alienating people but presenting it in a way a mainstream audience would come to know characters and come to learn about issues to do with poverty. And also to make people realise that from the first world we find it very difficult to be empathetic because people don’t know what poverty is like. So I wanted to dispel some falsehoods. I also wanted to present some complex international political issues and get rid of some of the stereotypes. I really wanted to bring international politics to a mainstream audience. It’s always been a great fascination of mine. I think people thought it was an unusual obsession I had, yet it desperately influenced my family and I thought we should all have a fascination with it – it’s not as boring as people think. It can be hilarious and intriguing and emotional and there are very real people like the Timorese characters in the book. Hopefully by getting to know them, people will have some empathy for their circumstances. Like the baby that dies. I don’t think that many people really know what it’s like in East Timor, beyond what we’ve seen on the news reports. I was so shocked and surprised. I thought it was worthwhile telling. That UN mission in East Timor is a metaphor for every UN mission in the world. The same issues occur however I hope that by the end of the book people can see that the UN is the still the very best thing in the world. Look at what’s happening in Iraq. If the UN had not been in East Timor it could well have been chaos on a par with Iraq. Irrespective of what you think about US politics, the thing is it did choose to go into Iraq and it is not rebuilding the nation in the way the UN would. If only the UN could get rid of those ridiculous wages. What one earth are they thinking? Who do they think they attract with those outlandish amounts of money. If they get rid of some of the policies and the bureaucracy and operate more like an aid organization, then they will be more responsive and more effective. They won’t be as wasteful of money. And I think more trusted. More useful in a world in which they are desperately needed. Especially when we see the alternative right now with the catastrophe unfolding in Iraq. Q Your description of the high ratio of men to women in Dili, might have thousands of single women swarming over there. A At first I thought ooh! This is working out very well indeed! But it ended up being one of the reasons I left. I couldn’t stand the continual attention, scrutiny, harassment. It was continual, unrelenting. Women had to black their windows as soon as they moved in. We couldn’t walk down the street. We had to be extremely careful of our movements. Q Because of the ration of men to women and because of the reaction of locals to foreign women? A Both. The peacekeepers were terribly harassing. The wolf whistling the cat calling, the constant “beautiful green eyes.” That’s why I had the T-shirt made up in Portugese, “Yes I know I have green eyes.” Q It sounds like every woman’s dream but I imagine it would drive you mad after a while? A Imagine it after a year? It was debilitating. And demeaning. It’s not a compliment to me, although it depends on your perspective. Q In your book, East Timor sounds like quite a dangerous place for women? A Ramos Horta is going to disagree with that when the book comes out, but it is. Ramos Horta says that the crime rate over there is less than it is in Sydney, but that’s because people don’t report crime. Many Timorese people don’t respect the police, they don’t realise that they can be good. And we saw that in the book when the guy tried to attack me on the veranda – people were like “are you nuts, going to the police?” Q And then there was your affair with Viktor who was…? A The head of the Portugese special police unit. Q And what a disappointment he turned out to be. A Yes but as you can see in the end it was all a part of the story and the experience. Q It was a pretty big betrayal? A Yes, there’s that scene in the book when I’m naked and sitting on the tiled floor and he’s just told me the truth. I think a lot of women will identify with that, when the pain is physical and it just doubles you over. I was shocked and horrified because I had asked him so many times to be straight with me. Q You asked a lot because your instinct was telling you something was wrong? A Yeah, but what a horrible man. I told him that he had a duty of care, that I hadn’t loved since 1998 . He still chose to lie and then turned his back on me and said that my baggage would ruin the relationship. I was sobbing. I remember thinking “he’s right, he’s right, I’ll never be able to love unless I can trust.” Q That’s right, you’d had that disappointing relationship several years earlier? A It was actually a marriage. So for him to have chosen to be duplicitous when he knew that I would inevitably find out, was un-gentlemanly, unchivalrous, cowardly. So that made it worse because he did it knowing the pain it would inevitably cause me. Just for a little romp for a little while in East Timor. It’s true that if he had told me the truth I would never have been with him. But I would hope that any man of calibre could put aside his carnal desires to save a girl’s heart. But he wasn’t decent enough to do that. I was one of many. There are thousands of Australian women over there who have had their hearts broken by the Portugese. They were renowned for it. Remember Ann in the book saying the number of normally intelligent women who fall for that line, over and over again. They said what we wanted to hear. They’d gone to a mission that was a tropical island, where most or a lot of the women who worked there were from a sexually emancipated country. Where we don’t get married until really late. We were therefore available. And they were like, woohoo! It’s not like that in Portugal. I would like to think that most Australian men don’t lie in that way. Q Do you have regrets? A Viktor? No. It was great fun. Once I healed I was able to see it as an exciting relationship – it was a little bit of sunshine in my life. One of my friends in East Timor called Portugese men, sobremesas, which are desserts – good to look at but bad for you. Q Do you think your book will be controversial? A Umm yeah. I think people like the PM are not going to be very happy about it. The way I explained it to Ramos Horta was to compare it to John Howard maybe not always liking the cartoons they do about him in the Australian newspapers, but it’s a democratic society and he has to be available for parody and satire. He certainly has to allow himself to be scrutinised and held accountable. Whether John Howard likes what’s said about him or not, that’s what he accepted when he took on public office. His conduct was something he is responsible for and it wasn’t the messenger who was shot. As I write in the book, I really came to see how essential a free media is. And I think that many Australians don’t like journalists. The like to criticise the media and I think a lot of politicians and public figures feed that misconception. So one of my intentions of the book was to say I think people should respect the media a little more because there are a lot of journalists out there who are doing their very best. Q You’re 36? A Yes but my mum’s asked that I never say my age. Q You got very close to some Timorese, especially to some of the women like the maid, Elsie – are you optimistic that one day their life will be better. A She is such a hard worker and so trustworthy and just so kind. So poor. But maybe her kids will have a different life? It does take time. Q Do you have siblings? A A young brother called Brett. Q Star sign? A Capricorn – what a great question! I’m very Capricorn although I might be a bit too impulsive as we’re supposed to be serious, sensible workers probably more than lovers, which is probably why I haven’t been very successful in that regard. Q Lynne Minion likes? A Shoes. Q Dislikes? A Ignorance Q Believes? A In humanitarianism. Q Last film you saw? A Spiderman II and it was great! Q Where were you born? A In Wodonga, Victorian border town. Q is it a big country town? A Yep. Q Educated at? A Wodonga Primary School then Wodonga West High. Q First Job? A Researcher at Channel Ten, Sydney. In news and would you believe, on Alan Jones Live. That was in1993. Q Marital status? A Single at the moment. The book became my single focus for a year. It’s a lonely existence. Q How did you support yourself while writing the book? A It went to auction. There was a bidding war. Q Wow, fantastic for a first time author. I was shocked! A It was on the basis of a synopsis and the first 3 chapters. Q You had an agent? A Yes a friend of mine in ABC Drama sent it off to the agent. It was actually a synopsis with some re-worked emails. In Timor whenever I could get email access I would write a group email. And it became popular. People would say “oh you’ve got a book in you.” So that’s how it all started. Q You’ve unveiled East Timor in your book in a way no-one else has – what will Ramos Horta think of it? A He has been aware of the book since its inception. I’ve told him about certain passages and been very blunt and told him that the PM is not going to like it and that he may receive some criticism for it. But yes I do worry about it a lot. I compared the whole thing to Bill Bryson’s book on Australia – he didn’t paint a fabulously positive picture of Australia and Downer didn’t object to it. I believe it is a realistic portrait of East Timor and it’s come about from experience. I’m not someone who just blew in for five days and spent my time in a luxury hotel with a suitcase of smoked salmon. And I wrote about it, I thought, with affection. Q Do you believe East Timor will finally find it’s feet? A Absolutely. Look at the UN contribution and the billions of dollars that have gone into the place. But you can’t deny there are some terrible problems there, such as the summary abuse of women. The terribly high child mortality rate. Enormous numbers of illiteracy. Basic utilities they don’t have that Australians can’t imagine going without.

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Exclusive extract: hello missus: a girl’s own guide to foreign affairs

Selected as the Great Read in the September issue of The Australian Women's Weekly.

Selected as the Great Read in the September issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly. Every now and then in life the universe conspires to lend humility. So I emerge from the arrivals area and into the humid heat to find that my worst-case scenario is, in fact, true. Other travellers’ faces are lighting up in recognition, backs are being slapped, a kiss on each cheek in welcome; bemvindo! One after another they leave while I remain rooted to my spot, with no idea of where to go, as a group jostling East Timorese stare with curiosity at the white woman rigid with fear. Count to ten, suppress any desire to calculate your financial wherewithal, Lynne, and hold in the sobs; it’ll be okay, just count to ten, twenty, a thousand, whatever it takes. My impulsiveness is to blame. The job I’d expected here had fallen through days ago but I’d decided to take a chance. Anyway, I was already committed – the furniture was in storage, accounts had been closed, mail was redirected and there was a lot of self-talk about believing strongly in realising dreams. Realising dreams comes with risk, I’m telling myself again on the forecourt of Dili International Airport. After all, that’s what makes them dreams, otherwise they’d just be occurrences. Yes, realising dreams requires bravery … but at this moment I’m wondering if they also require enormous f—— stupidity. The Timorese teenagers can’t contain their intrigue any longer, ‘Dollar Missus?’ comes the chorus as they descend on me. They are desperately poor , they are certainly filthy, and they give some perspective to my circumstances. I might be arriving in Dili in a rather foolhardy manner but I certainly won’t be going hungry tonight, unlike them. I just wish they wouldn’t swarm around me as they’re doing, and I wish they wouldn’t keep asking me, ‘Where you go Missus?’ because I have absolutely no idea. Would it be uncharitable of me to think of them as dirty urchins? ‘Where you go Missus?’ Then they try to reach into my handbag and cop a feel of my bum and I’m wondering if it would be unhumanitarian of me to just elbow them away on my first day here. Great, now is not the time to realise I have no compassion to give these desperate innocents with the big, wide brown eyes beseeching me ‘Dollar Missus?’ because they have none and I have a relative fortune. Although, I am currently homeless, like them. Where do I go? I doubt they can advise me. The sun starts to set and the sky turns a shade of pink and the children continue to mob the ivory-coloured statue, scattering only when it moves and dials a mobile phone. “Hello,” I say into the receiver. “Hello Missus!” they yell and mob me again. Damn it. Voice-mail. I had hoped my impulsiveness would be offset by high-level contacts in this country, an arguable benefit when they can’t be contacted I’m thinking, as my white-knuckled hands grip a trolley that carries a monstrous pile of luggage. Yep, my life is contained in a trolley – five pairs of shoes, only one with stiletto heels, indicating the extraordinary sacrifice I’ve made in coming here; a $300 pair of Scanlan & Theodore dry-clean-only pants, which may have been an ill-advised inclusion but after a wine-soaked goodbye lunch they seemed essential; a lace bustier, because my mum said it’s too nice to languish in storage; a collection of pretty sun frocks in various tropical hues; and four handbags in a kaleidoscope of colours designed for best feats of coordination. See, I had felt that just because I’d be living in a Third World country I didn’t have to look as though I was living in a Third World country. Right now, however, I glance at the duty-free bag holiday my new Chanel lip gloss, mascara, powder foundation (all with built-in sunscreen in deference to the context) and my frown lines deepen alarmingly as I consider that all these fundamentals could very well be heading back to the First World sooner rather than later. And to think of the energy I expended today begging at check-in counters for the 20-kilogram limit to be overlooked on the grounds of gender discrimination because men generally weigh more than me to the precise value of my additional luggage weight. Three-hundred and fifty-four, three hundred and fifty-five…I’m still counting yet panic rises … three hundred and … “Hello, do you need a lift?” I turn around amid the crowd scattering again, expecting to see an angel complete with wings. “Oh, yes please.” “Where do you want to go?” I, um, don’t know? “Well, I arranged to be met here and I haven’t heard a word and I don’t know where to go so I suppose I should get a hotel room.” “Okay, which one?” “Um, don’t suppose you know of one? Not too expensive would be great because I don’t have very much money.” Guardian angels these days travel by car, so I sink into the passenger seat and she directs us towards the capital city of East Timor. She surveys me curiously out of the corner of her eyes and I pretend to be a very Sane Person despite my apparent lack of prospects. Chattering away, I look out the window and we move into the outskirts of Dili. Why isn’t she taking me on a more scenic route, I’m thinking, as we negotiate pigs and potholes beside the remnants of burned-out buildings in the dust. Knowing of the billions of dollars of aid that have made their way to this nation in the last couple of years it strikes me as peculiar that the city hasn’t been rebuilt. Was I expecting shopping malls and boulevards? No. But I’m wondering why the place for the most part remains razed to the ground.

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Teeth and nail care for dogs

Question:

From an early age, expose your puppy to having their mouths and feet handled. Always use words of encouragement when handling these areas — perhaps even use a common word so they associate the word with the action.

Answer:

When we want to look at our dog’s teeth we take her by the muzzle and say “teeth”, all the while giving encouragement to her. And now she will quite happily let you have a good look to ensure there’s nothing wrong.

Caroline, via e-mail.

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Biting bird

Question:

I have recently bought a cockatiel and although she was hand raised, when you put your hand down for her to hop up onto, she usually bites you. Is there anything I can do to stop this habit?

Nadine, via e-mail.

Answer:

Nadine,

Your little feathered friend may have previously been frightened or handled roughly, but now this biting has become a reflex action whenever you offer a hand, a habit you have to persuade her to kick! The best way to approach this is gently. Don’t push things. Start by trying to give her a treat of a nut or seed a couple of times a day at roughly the same time.

Birds like routine and you can teach her to have ‘owner and treat time’, which she will learn to look forward to. Gently talk to her while you do it and wash your hands beforehand so you don’t smell like anything threatening.

When she is comfortably taking the treat, just touch her for a second, on the chest, not the head (don’t try to grab her). Gradually the contact can be for longer, but if she seems frightened, back off a notch. You can also then hold your hand still and put the treat on the back of your hand so she needs to climb up to get it. Slowly you will build up trust and she will associate being handled with yummy things in her tummy, which she’ll be all for!

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Lying down on the job

I once was employed as the cleaner of a big holiday home that was near where I lived in the country. It was a pleasure to look after such a nice place. The owners from the city would spend their weekends there.

The house had spacious lounge rooms with enormous paintings on the walls, bedrooms with four-poster beds and in one of the bathrooms, an enormous claw-footed bathtub.

The owners always arrived on Friday afternoon and I would make sure the house was ready for them by Thursday.

One week I went there on a Tuesday and instead of cleaning the house, ran myself a luxurious bath and, knowing I was quite alone, lay there soaking. It was so good I stayed in for a long time.

I had planned to clean the tub after I was dried and dressed but feeling so relaxed, I decided to do it tomorrow when I came back to clean the whole house.

I floated home feeling like a princess. There was no bath where I lived, just the shower.

Next morning my dreamy state was rudely interrupted when the phone rang. It was the owners. They said that their holiday house had been broken into in the night!

The police had caught someone walking away from the house, in the dark, carrying bottles of wine and spirits and frozen food. There was no damage done, but the owners said the strangest thing was that the burglar had a bath while he was there!

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Essential oils

Question:

I use essential oils in an oil burner in my home but was wondering how else I can use them?

Tara, via e-mail.

Answer:

Essential oils can be a great pick me up. Read the labels of aromatherapy oils to look for “pure essential oil”. Synthetic oils are very strong and instead of soothing, they can give you a throbbing headache.

Use essential oils for massage by mixing them with carrier oils – essential oils are too concentrated on their own and can harm skin. The best carrier oils are sweet almond, apricot and hazelnut oils.

Add up to eight drops of essential oil to 20ml of carrier oil, then massage in a circular motion over temples, forehead, scalp, shoulders and neck.

You can make a reviving air freshener by adding a few drops of essential oil to water in a spray bottle.

Lavender, chamomile and neroli essential oils are good for stress; neroli, orange and grapefruit for depression; rosemary if you’re tired. Lavender and marjoram can be used if you can’t sleep, and chamomile and frankincense are recommended for anger.

Never take essential oils internally or apply undiluted to the skin. The only oils that can be dabbed on neat are tea-tree and lavender, which soothe burns and act as an antiseptic. Don’t use lavender products on your skin if you’re pregnant – if you are pregnant or on medication, consult a doctor or aromatherapist before using essential oils.

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Lessons in life

Lessons in life

By Annette Campbell

Alana Ziebell learned a lot in her last year of high school — and it wasn’t all from textbooks and classes.

Her mother Pauline died from breast cancer on September 13 last year, only weeks before Alana was due to sit her final exams. But amazingly, this determined 18-year-old from Melbourne persevered with her studies and passed with flying colours.

“Mum taught me all about strength and never giving in,” she says. “I just thought about how proud she’d be that I kept my head down and did it.”

Pauline was first diagnosed with cancer in her left breast about seven years ago. Throughout the course of her battle, she underwent surgery, radiotherapy and chemotherapy, but the cancer returned, in her bones and then her liver.

Finally, on that day in September, she died in hospital, only an hour after Alana had been to visit.

“You can’t simply block it out … and trying to is the worst thing,” Alana explains. “I know I could have asked about some sort of exemption from the exams, but I didn’t want to use what was happening with Mum as an excuse.”

Alana, who lives at home with her dad and three sisters, admits she couldn’t focus 100 percent on her studies: “But I tried to channel all my thoughts and use what was happening for some good. All the time I was studying, I knew Mum was downstairs in pain. Even so, she still made it clear that she was there when any of us needed to talk.

“Anyway, I knew getting a good mark would put a smile on her face. I thought about what she would have wanted — me sulking in my room or getting a great grade?”

Alana is now studying legal practice at Melbourne’s Victoria University and is keen to encourage and support other teenagers who might be in the situation she was in.

“For anyone going through the same thing, I really want to give them a message of hope. It’s important to be able to talk with someone about what you’re going through, either friends or family.

“Cancer is not just a disease, it’s a learning experience. I’ve learned so much about natural medicines, spirituality and science. It has given me a whole other perspective on life. And the way Mum dealt with it has taught me about strength and perseverance. That you never just give up.”

Daffodil Day

Friday, August 20, was Daffodil Day, the largest national fundraising event for the Cancer Council Australia’s research, education and patient support services.

Throughout August, merchandise, including silk ribbons ($2); lapel pins ($5); pens ($2); and magnets ($3), is available from the following national supporters:

Coles Supermarkets, First National Real Estate, HIC network of Medicare offices, ANZ, Amcal, QUIX, Rockmans/BeMe, Millers Fashion Club, Katies, 1626, Crossroads, Silhouette and Ezibuy.

For more information, visit www.daffodilday.com.au or phone the Daffodil Day info line: 1300 65 65 85.

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Swiss ball bounce

It appears that the Swiss ball was actually invented in Switzerland by a Swiss doctor nearly 100 years ago but it is only in more recent times that this ‘posture corrector’ has become popular as a training tool for many sports people and fitness fans.

Put some bounce into your life with a Swiss ball! It appears that the Swiss ball was actually invented in Switzerland by a Swiss doctor nearly 100 years ago but it is only in more recent times that this ‘posture corrector’ has become popular as a training tool for many sports people and fitness fans. Five good reasons for us all to do the Swiss ball bounce: 1. Good posture When we slouch we’re compressing all the structures in our lower back and we are not activating our anti-gravity muscles. These are the muscles between our lower ribs and the top of our pelvic bones and are used to support our spine and hold in our abdominal contents. Sitting on the Swiss ball forces us to sit up straight in order to have better balance and prevent us slipping off. This in turn improves our posture both on the ball and off it! 2. Less back pain Back pain is often caused by the increased pressure on the joints and other tissues of the spine such as the discs if and when there is no support from the back and abdominal muscles. Sitting on an unstable surface such as the Swiss ball otherwise known as the Fit ball, activates the muscles that protect your back from injury. 3. Better core control Research has recently shown that in gravity free environments such as space capsules, astronauts are unable to activate their core muscles. As these muscles are not being used they rapidly lose size and strength contributing to severe back problems upon their return to Earth. Even for those who have their feet firmly planted on the ground while sitting at a desk all day, weak abdominal muscles can still be a reality. So by swapping your chair for a Swiss ball for periods during the day, you’ll be improving your core control and spine stability. 4. Increased flexibility It’s amazing how inflexible we can become as we age or become inactive. The Swiss ball allows you to do a number of effective stretches which can vastly improve flexibility. It’s important to remember to breathe while you hold your stretches and never do anything that feels uncomfortable or causes pain. It’s a good idea to read Swiss ball instructions carefully and if you are in a rehab program discuss your individual requirements with a qualified instructor.

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Calcium counts

Calcium is important not only for the growth and development of our skeleton but to help maintain bone strength throughout our lives.

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Calcium is important not only for the growth and development of our skeleton but to help maintain bone strength throughout our lives. This essential mineral is also vital for muscle contraction and nerve transmission and if we don’t get enough from our diet to meet our needs, our body will withdraw calcium from its storage sites – our bones and teeth. So if we want to minimise the risk of developing osteoporosis we need to ensure that as well as doing weight bearing exercise on a regular basis we crank up the calcium. So how much calcium do we need? Well that really depends on where we are in our lifespan. Children aged 1 to 3 need 700mg, those aged 4-7 need 800mg per day. Boys aged 8-11 also need 800mg while girls of the same age need 900mg. This is to help girls with their growth spurt which generally occurs earlier than boys. Boys aged 12-15 need an additional 400mg bringing their requirement to 1200mg per day, while for girls of the same age the need is 1000mg. As boys aged 16-18 tend to still be growing calcium needs are still high at 1000mg but as most girls aged 16–18 would have already reached their growth potential, their calcium requirements drop back to 800mg. For men and women aged 19 –54 years it’s still 800mg while post menopausal women need a bit extra and the calcium requirement jumps up to 1000mg. If a women is pregnant or breastfeeding, she needs an extra 200 and 300mg respectively. Where do we find it? One of the best and most available sources of calcium is dairy foods and now with the vast array of low-fat choices, especially with yogurts and milk, it’s much easier to load up on calcium without being weighed down with the saturated fat. You should aim for at least 3 serves of dairy foods a day. Next month we’ll bring you a detailed calcium counter to help you keep your calcium levels on track. Your bones will support you for life!

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