It’s on! Oh my god. It’s on. Fark. It’s on. Not panicking at all. Just fucking with you, I’m totally panicking. For those of you following at home, you’ll know that the purpose of all of this is to record my recovery through swimming. Regular swims over a year to recover from surgery and embrace … Continue reading It’s on!
For something a little different, here's an interview I did with Stephanie Astalos-Jones on her podcast "Flat is where it's at" back at the end of March. We're talking about breast cancer, being a uni and life after... https://flatiswhereitsat.libsyn.com/hangin-with-jessica-cooke
I hear yahooing above me as I climb the steep slope to the hotel. I see a group of men on scooters animated about something and wait until they ride away… not the sort of situation I want to enter. I continue up the hill until I get to the bend and find myself facing … Continue reading Fethiye Flashbacks
I swam around an island! I am amazing! If that weren’t incredible enough, it was called Shark Island! And for something spectacular, I did it from a boat! Knowing of my crippling shark phobia and my debilitating motion sickness may make this more impressive. I swam around an islandI'm on a boat When I decided … Continue reading It was fate
As I was conquering my distance goal last week, I pondered if I would be able to improve my time. It seemed a distinct possibility as I had picked up my pace for those last couple hundred metres and begun to feel my body move the way it’s meant to. So I set myself a … Continue reading Speed Demon
I am changing my name to Jessican. During treatment I enthusiastically signed up for a swim holiday in October. Reading the fine print after, I realised that I’ll be swimming 25km in that week and, as a minimum, I should be able to swim 2.2km in an hour before I go. Pre-surgery this would not … Continue reading Jessican
Five years ago, on a ski course, I walked into a guesthouse restaurant to see a man grinning awkwardly. I grinned awkwardly back and made a new best friend. Five minutes later his wife walked in and then there were three. We shared a passion for restaurants, travelling to new places, smutty jokes, ridiculous challenges, … Continue reading Swimming in Sweden
The water tower through the cornfieldsEpiphaniesSitting by the frog pond with a visitor The water tower. My goal. My nemesis. I moved apartments as treatment began; to one with a lift, a second bedroom for carers and big windows for my sanity during the long winter days of sickness. Soon after moving in, Suzanne introduced … Continue reading What if I am cured?
Swimming with Suzanne Well of course my first swim had to be with Suzanne. When I moved to Luxembourg, there was this brief, sweet moment when I was waiting for my visa to be finalised before I could start working. I set up my new apartment, explored my new home, joined a stack of social … Continue reading Swimming with Suzanne