Whitley Bay has been one of our favourite places since I was on maternity leave with Leo**, when my Mam and I went swimming with the kids. At Splash leisure centre, there’s a separate kids water play area for little ones, where Leo could potter and splash about and Jennifer could launch herself down the little slide; a wave machine and jets in the main pool for me and Jennifer to enjoy; and, big steep slides Continue reading “Seaside*”
My Dad showed me this article a couple of days ago reporting the official opening of a road from Inuvik to Tuktoyaktuk in the Canadian Arctic. It is noteworthy to us because Graeme spent almost six months in Inuvik (described in the article as a “regional hub”) working as a classroom assistant through the Frontiers Foundation. Continue reading “Roads to Somewhere”
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”
[I recommend reading Happy Hanniversary before reading the rest of this post as otherwise it will seem a bit odd. Well, it is a bit odd, but it would be odd out of context without the pre-reading!]
I was growing increasingly concerned as today wore on. I had failed to come up with an [in]appropriate way to mark 365 days since my surgery. I was worried that I have lost my touch for dark humour. I thought I would have to confess in this post to doing something tame like listening to the Hannibal soundtrack and/or watching That Scene on repeat. Continue reading “Marking my First Hanniversary”
I always keep these four things in my purse. They are: one of Jennifer’s and one of Leo’s hospital bands that were tagged around their ankles in hospital; a photo of my brother taken in late 2004, shortly before he was diagnosed; and, a silver “strength” token that a very good friend gave me shortly after G’s diagnosis.
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”
Part One – Dark Clouds with a Silver Lining
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”