Bev, age 63 / Gunditjmara Nation, Wangaratta, Australia


I don’t feel OLD old, ‘cause I’m still feeling young, because I’m still here, you know. I feel really grateful that I don’t ponder on, oh, you know, I’m turning into this old woman or anything. I used to be offended when, say 10 years ago, when people would stand up for me in the tram? But now I go, “Oh, thank you very much. Thank you!” Now I accept it. ‘Cause when they initially started doing it, I’d think, “I don’t look that old! Surely I’m not that old!”

I feel incredible gratitude with my son. He’s now 33. Even when I was diagnosed: if I could just see my son through primary school, or I could see him through high school, or see him through university. And he HAS gone, I mean, he went to university, he got a degree, then he got first class honors, and then, last year, he did his PhD and became a doctor in environmental science. And I am so proud of him.

So I’m really, I mean, I feel really grateful that, you know, I’m still here. Now I want to be a grandma. And he’s in a relationship with this woman, you know, has been for the last few years. And, he knows, ‘cause I’ve been– it was very bad of me, when I think about it. When he was younger, like in his 20’s, I’d say, “Oh, you know, I really wanna be a grandma, and I might not be around for too long.” It was a bit of emotional blackmail, and he’d go, ‘Uhhh…”

But now I don’t (laughs) pressure him anymore. Um, but I did ask his girlfriend the other day after I’d had a glass of wine, I said, “Oh! Are you interested in having a baby?” “Oh, yes!” she said. I said, “Cause I thought maybe there’s something wrong, you know…” (laughs) “Oh, no! Everything’s fine!” she goes.

So that’s – I’m really happy about that, because, um…I really like her, very much. I’m quite excited – quietly excited, waiting for them to, you know, give me my grandchild. (laughs)