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Sunday, August 09, 2015

The return of the wanderer

Wow....I found my way back!

Bit of a mission, so much has happened and yet so little. Mostly I couldn't remember how to access the Blogger account but hey. I'm here and am going to try and write again.....

But not this morning, have somewhere to be in 4 minutes and clearly late. Ah....some things never change :)

See you guys late. Well I say 'you guys'. I doubt there's anyone still following. Better improve on that eh me??

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Living for today

Goodness, seems far too long since I was here, and I guess it is! As with everyone, lots of things have happened in the time since I last posted.

I tried Twitter - got very bored very quickly

I tried Facebook - I'm still trying it....

Just to catch up, my beloved Daddy died of a rare stomach cancer on March 26 2010, Mother ended up in hospital which took up most of that summer. I returned to work in the October and went down with swine flu in December, as did Darling Daughter and The Boy.

The worst was yet to come.....

After a major fit in the street when walking The Boy to school, Darling Daughter was eventually diagnosed with a rare primary brain tumour in February this year.

I can't even remember the date. That was the day our lives changed forever

It has been a whirlwind and huge roller coaster that none of us have been in control of. I shall write a detailed account of all of this. But not tonight.... And if only as a place for me to dump all the crap....

After the initial diagnosis Darling Daughter was taken into surgery for a craniotomy to take out as much of the grade 3 tumour as possible. Radical radiation therapy followed; 5 days a week for 6.5 weeks. It was intensive and the last 3 treatments left her somewhat fried and I feared what was left of her brain would be mangled. She had numerous mri scans to map the journey and activity of the vile invasion. Then the last mri and the agonising wait to hear the outcome. Had any of the treatments worked?

Last Thursday we were told that she is cancer free and they don't want to see her until 6 months time!

This is the best ever news. It's like winning every lottery, all birthday's and Christmas' rolled into one moment of pure emotion of joy.

Sadly this is a recurring tumour, it will come back. But it could be years not months and that's what we are fighting for. Right now not every moment of every day has to be about the brain tumour. We can do normal things again and have hope. Something we haven't had since February.

It's taken its toll on our little family unit. There's a lot to do and we will never be the same but we all have hope of a future for now.

My brave and beautiful daughter is incredibly brave and owns an inner strength that she still doesn't recognise.

My Father said to me close to the end of his life that I mustn't be too sad, it was the natural order of things. And he was right. What isn't right is one's children passing away before the parent. The pain of watching my adult child suffer unimaginagble pain and suffering is more than I can often bear.

That said there will be some good times ahead as we settle into the wonderful news of life regiven.

please drop by again soon....xx

Monday, August 02, 2010

loving moving

yea.....I'm on the move....again!!

I am officially classed as undesirable by local councils etc as I have had 'numerous' addresses in the last 10 years.


What business is it of theirs as long as I pay my dues. And I do. All the time. My lifestyle may not be everyone's cup of tea but I like it! I'm not living on the streets, begging at your doors. I just happen to find I want to move on. Often, I guess!

I have never fitted easily into a ready packaged lifestyle. I tried it once. Gawd, it nearly killed me. Simply didn't suit me.

So, moving again and looking forward to it.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

update 545!

Having an undecided morning I have trawled through Blogland. I do love the immersion into somewhere else....
What I did realise is that this Blog is way, way overdue for an overhaul. Visually speaking I mean. Groan. One more task....

I thought things would improve somewhat after Dad passed away. In that I would pick up my life again and surge forward with something or another.

Sadly Mum is now in the hospital and will be there for a bit longer and my sister and I have had a few big shouting telephone call bust ups. That may not be an issue for many of you but my sister and I sort of dance around each other, have done for several years to keep the family peace, and I no longer care what I say..... Anyway, it's all still exhausting and no end in sight.

That's just to let you know where I am in terms of me!

I went up to the storage facility in the week to open my 'cupboard'. Oooooh, it was like Christmas! I hadn't been there since I shut it up 20 months ago. Everything was all ship shape and Bristol fashion, thankfully. I dragged out several boxes of clothes....what WAS I thinking buying so many bloody things!! Ebay next stop.....

The view from my writing desk is lovely at this time of year and I will try a 'catch -up -Monday', see you laters alligators....

Friday, June 04, 2010

Mr Wolf

I caught up on some richly deserved sleep, in the night time heat of my bedroom. Not hot through wild abandoned passion you understand, just still hot muggy air. The window is very large and attracts the daytime sun like a greenhouse.

Nevertheless I was snoring through the heat and awoke to a vague thrashing and turning. So used to my snoring being the answer to all my disturbed sleep, as Darling Daughter will verify and tell you she never ever intends to sleep anywhere near me again, I nearly ignored the incident and return to slumber. Alas I could feel a scritchy something on my neck and brushed my half asleep hand across my neck.

Suddenly I jumped up in sheer terror and screamed.

I screamed very loudly.

A big black Wolf spider had been walking over my neck!!!!!!

He whooshed through the air and landed on a chair then....well I had no idea where I brushed him to and was convinced as I stood up on my sofa trying to locate my sandals that he had fallen onto the blanket resting on a pile of newly washed and ironed clothes on the chair next to my bed......

(oh why aren't I a perfect homemaker?? All those clothes would have been put away before bedtime...)

I stood, barefoot, on the sofa, clutching at my flimsy nightdress hem. Why, I have no idea.

With my heart pushing its way out of my chest I was trying to think if it had been a dream. My eyes , my neck and the possible heart attack told me otherwise

Armed with rubber gloves and a long stick (what on earth I thought that would do I have no idea) I pushed all the sheets, duvet and decorative pillows and blankets off the bed onto the floor in a huge mountain. It did occur to me briefly that it looked like a creation more suitable in the Tate gallery than my bedroom. Where is my blinking camera when I need it. Oh yes I remember.

I forage in the cupboard in the hall and search for my beautiful brown suede handbag I bought in Venice, Italy several years back. A Bruno Magli, simply fabulous. I stroke it and relive the memories then remember I am searching for my camera.

Ah ha!!

Got it. I take it out and jump back up onto the sofa to get what I feel is the best angle of my Tracy Emin creation and 'click'. Drat. 'Click' again

Oh fudgicles. The battery is dead..... Ah I remember now, that's why it was in my bag so I would remember to plug the battery on recharge....

I get down from the sofa and try to remember why I was doing all this....

I get back up on the sofa......

Mr Wolf is nowhere to be seen. Unsure of the point of it I poke the very long stick in and at random places. It seems to yield no reward.

I pick up the sofa cushions and bash them. They are zipped tight and Mr Wolf does not drop out. I pick up a clean sheet from the airing cupboard and shake it as though it was in an earthquake. I clamber onto the sofa once more and cover myself in the sheet.

I want to leave the place and stay in a hotel. I manage to tell myself that is totally unreasonable and unrealistic. I listen to myself and stay put.

Dawn arrives and I am still upright on the sofa, awake. I make my way to the bathroom.

I look like a Devil possessed serial killer.......

I have no choice but to clear up and make the bed and surrounding areas. By midday all cupboards are emptied, and 'strategically' placed all over the room. Mr Wolf is nowhere to be found. Typical. How fickle! If he wanted to protest about my snoring he should face me now!!

I find I can not move or face anymore of this and leave. Leave the house and go out.

I know I will have to return. Maybe.... Possibly......

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

kisses for you

well guys, i'm still here........
after some persuasion from CJ i am coming back for a while....yea!!!

things have been difficult, my dear father sadly passed away after a mamouth fight against a rare stomach cancer, Linitis Plastica, and it took all my strength both mental and physical to deal with that and my weird and wonderful family.

Darling Daughter and The Boy are still the apples of my eye and I'm still trying to feel a grown up and let life happen. Ha!

So tomorrow I shall return and tell you a few things that have been happening recently. The rest of 2010 WILL be good...:)

love ya'll

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

la la la la la

good grief, I'd almost forgotten how to navigate back here!

trust your Christmas went well

here's to 2010

seems many years since I started this Blog