My Family and Other Animals

The last couple of weeks have been full of fun, anniversaries, tiredness and a few seizures. Oh, and a return to tumour business. Continue reading “My Family and Other Animals”

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Yorkshire Tales

My brother Graeme’s brain tumour journey started with a bang (or, rather, a fall) on 21 January 2005 and ended peacefully on 27 October 2006. As that devastating anniversary nears, I run through once again what was going on at this time eleven years ago. The last six weeks of his life were particularly excruciating and heartbreaking to witness.

His quality of life Continue reading “Yorkshire Tales”

[Non]Sense and Sensitivities

Part One – Dark Clouds with a Silver Lining

Guardiola Talk

A couple of weeks ago, I was frustrated at angry at myself as I didn’t feel like I’d made the most of things with the kids having spent almost all of the afternoon and evening asleep. I often feel like that when fatigue overtakes me (as it frequently does) but on this occasion it made me a bit downhearted. I told Graham that I worry that I’m not doing more with the kids and I’m afraid that their earliest memories will be scarred with illness and grief. Graham reassured me that every moment I spend with them is precious, I’m still a big part of their lives and they love and enjoy spending time with me. Continue reading “[Non]Sense and Sensitivities”

Al[most] The Real Thing

Our kids both sleep well. They usually don’t require anything more than a couple of books, a couple of songs and, in Jennifer’s case, a review of our respective days by telling each other what made us happy, sad, annoyed and laugh. They then go to sleep after we’ve left the room. I’m not saying this to brag but to explain why I felt like a proper Mam last week for the first time in over a year. Continue reading “Al[most] The Real Thing”

The Silver Owl

[I intended to finish this post in time to publish it on our wedding anniversary on Saturday but tracking Emily Parsons’ exploits (have I mentioned her on this blog, I forget…) has occupied me for the last week.]

Forgive the indulgence of a delayed but heart-felt anniversary blog. Graham often says that he worries when I say a lot of positive things about him rather than point out (constructively) the errors of his ways. I therefore don’t know what he will make of this post. He might suggest that there’s something wrong with my head. Nevertheless, here goes.

When I called my long-suffering hubby a Silver Owl a couple of months ago, our friend (the Divine Miss M) said of him: “he had the wit to woo you”*.

He did indeed have the wit as well as an abundance of kindness, thoughtfulness, love of West Wing, culinary skills, secretarial skills (!) and interest in the 2008 Presidential election (to name but a few) to woo me. Continue reading “The Silver Owl”

Scanniversary Eve

[We are now T-4 until Emily sets off on her nearly 200-mile journey from coast to coast and a mere 10 days until she finishes! Please take a few minutes to watch this video to hear Emily explain succinctly exactly what this epic challenge entails and how excited she is!

If you are (or can be) near Ferryhill on Friday 8 September, please consider attending the fundraiser that Emily mentioned in the video at the Manor House Hotel.

Since the video was released, the sponsorship money has shot up from the figure mentioned (about £2k) to over £3k. Thanks to all those who have supported and continue to support Emily logistically, financially and emotionally. If you would like to sponsor her, then you can do so here.]

As One Gate Shuts, Another One Opens

Yesterday was the first anniversary of Bananagate, when internet grocery shopping went awry. I thought that the “quantity” of loose bananas I ordered would be the actual number of bananas I wanted. I therefore chose seven. I discovered upon delivery that “quantity” meant weight in kilograms:

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Tomorrow at 8.30am marks 525,600 minutes since I collapsed at home due to a full body seizure, a Blues and Twos rush to hospital and a CT scan that showed extensive swelling in my brain. As soon as I got back to A&E from having the scan, I was told that I almost certainly had a brain tumour. Thus, Squattergate began (I accidentally typed Squatterhate there, which works too!).* Continue reading “Scanniversary Eve”

Tritersaurus Wrecks

I’ve been mulling over this post in my head since watching this video about the worst things to say to people with cancer. I don’t mind people saying some of the things that others in the video found annoying but a few things resonated. It got me thinking about what annoys me the most (and what is helpful).

When Graeme was ill, a number of people asked me, “what do you say to someone with cancer?”, as if I was suddenly an expert in such things. I usually advised to take your lead from the person with cancer as everyone is different.

Now I’m on the other side of the tumour Continue reading “Tritersaurus Wrecks”