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| Not #PPMG14 |
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| My Gold Medal |
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| Paddling with this Cancer Survivor team (plus ringin's) |
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| This was Great Grand Masters 10's (not my race) 500m |
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| 1st 500m Race Cancer Survivors Team #PPMG14 |
Sorry, I missed you all last week I was away 5 days - paddling ! ♥
Showing posts with label milestones. Show all posts
Showing posts with label milestones. Show all posts
Tuesday, 11 November 2014
Wordless Wednesday : Pan Pacific Masters Games - If you think a minute goes quickly
Sorry, I missed you all last week I was away 5 days - paddling ! ♥
Wednesday, 11 July 2012
Today - the wall !
I know I don't have to be cheerful and positive all the time.
Honestly, it's really sucking at the moment.
Today is 5 weeks since I saw my GP about my suspicious symptoms.
Today is 4 weeks since I had my mammogram and U/S - when I knew positively that the news would not be good.
The staff were too nice, too apologetic and over explaining the need for extra images, different position and long time waiting for the Dr to review them -in case I needed more. Explaining gently - I may get called back for a biopsy ...telling me not to worry it is normal ...Well - no I didn't doubt for a minute it was !
Today is 3 weeks since a double mastectomy and axillary (armpit lymph nodes) clearance (Left). I still have my drain three weeks post op. It is annoying and painful at times mostly just uncomfortable ; finally bearable enough not to need as much pain relief. I've swallowed a gutful.
Today is 2 weeks since I cut my hair quite short. I am okay with that and the prospect of going bald I've yet to get my head around ...pun not really intended.
Today, I had a port a cath implanted, beneath the skin in my chest wall and below my right collarbone - which is the start of phase two in the breast cancer marathon . It is going to provide long term intravenous access for the chemotherapy and much longer targeted therapy. It is the rightmy choice but it hurts.
Later, in between infusions I hopefully won't know the port a cath is there, except for a raised bump.
The local anaesthetic has worn off - the pain, right now, is far worse than I expected. In both my neck and upper chest - they cut , poked , prodded it into position - it will ease up in time. Woe is me.
On a scale of 1to10 - maybe 8-9 . I am so glad I still have the oral Endone to give me some relief. It really hasn't eased it completely. I am trying to distract myself.
Sometimes I feel ok , others not - about this major interruption to our life. I look down where my breasts used to be and I honestly can't remember what they looked like ...well I barely managed a B cup. I don't feel too affected by this itty bitty bit.
Tomorrow, is the BIG day when I meet the Medical oncologist at the Cancer care centre - find out when I start chemotherapy , the details and the long list of side effects that already terrify me and the big picture. It seems crazy to say I'm both looking forward to it and wishing it NEVER comes.
It will bring a sense of order and maybe control but today is not a good day.
I found out recently another mum from our former playgroup , a similar age to me, was diagnosed with Breast cancer a month prior to me. She has just started Chemo (1st dose) and is having a rough time.
Yesterday, at a 6th birthday party - other former playgroup friends in common , commented how odd is was that there were 2 of us in a group of maybe 20. It really isn't that odd because 1 in 8 will be diagnosed with Breast cancer.
Someone else, close to me, told they think her mother has breast cancer . Her mother lives 4000Km+ away. Tomorrow - her mother will find out more exactly the details. My eyes started to tear up upon hearing this news too.
Tomorrow is a new day and hopefully a better one.
♥
Honestly, it's really sucking at the moment.
Today is 5 weeks since I saw my GP about my suspicious symptoms.
Today is 4 weeks since I had my mammogram and U/S - when I knew positively that the news would not be good.
The staff were too nice, too apologetic and over explaining the need for extra images, different position and long time waiting for the Dr to review them -in case I needed more. Explaining gently - I may get called back for a biopsy ...telling me not to worry it is normal ...Well - no I didn't doubt for a minute it was !
Today is 3 weeks since a double mastectomy and axillary (armpit lymph nodes) clearance (Left). I still have my drain three weeks post op. It is annoying and painful at times mostly just uncomfortable ; finally bearable enough not to need as much pain relief. I've swallowed a gutful.
Today is 2 weeks since I cut my hair quite short. I am okay with that and the prospect of going bald I've yet to get my head around ...pun not really intended.
Today, I had a port a cath implanted, beneath the skin in my chest wall and below my right collarbone - which is the start of phase two in the breast cancer marathon . It is going to provide long term intravenous access for the chemotherapy and much longer targeted therapy. It is the right
Later, in between infusions I hopefully won't know the port a cath is there, except for a raised bump.
The local anaesthetic has worn off - the pain, right now, is far worse than I expected. In both my neck and upper chest - they cut , poked , prodded it into position - it will ease up in time. Woe is me.
On a scale of 1to10 - maybe 8-9 . I am so glad I still have the oral Endone to give me some relief. It really hasn't eased it completely. I am trying to distract myself.
Sometimes I feel ok , others not - about this major interruption to our life. I look down where my breasts used to be and I honestly can't remember what they looked like ...well I barely managed a B cup. I don't feel too affected by this itty bitty bit.
Tomorrow, is the BIG day when I meet the Medical oncologist at the Cancer care centre - find out when I start chemotherapy , the details and the long list of side effects
It will bring a sense of order and maybe control but today is not a good day.
I found out recently another mum from our former playgroup , a similar age to me, was diagnosed with Breast cancer a month prior to me. She has just started Chemo (1st dose) and is having a rough time.
Yesterday, at a 6th birthday party - other former playgroup friends in common , commented how odd is was that there were 2 of us in a group of maybe 20. It really isn't that odd because 1 in 8 will be diagnosed with Breast cancer.
Someone else, close to me, told they think her mother has breast cancer . Her mother lives 4000Km+ away. Tomorrow - her mother will find out more exactly the details. My eyes started to tear up upon hearing this news too.
Tomorrow is a new day and hopefully a better one.
♥
Friday, 2 May 2008
The reality of toddlers getting taller and smarter ...
Teamwork ...On Daddy's to do list is to find the key ... we haven't had one for this door since we moved in 3.5 yrs ago or put a new bolt .
This morning at 8am they got out while I was making breakfast (still in my single top because DH went to work early before I got up).I couldn't chase them as we have workmen ( sadly - no eye candy or hot hunks) metres from the fence. They are looking down on us too so they can see everything.
I ran to get my jacket and
Problem is I am getting slower and they run different directions - chasing one 13kg toddler with another under your arm is
52 blessings grateful Fridays
Today, I am grateful for the new toddler size gates ... don't worry 90% of the day I am in here with them - in keeps them out of mischief and saves having me jump and chase them. I have a new fortress too to keep my computer safe. It also keeps them safe when I go to the toilet or have to start cooking dinner.
I am also grateful for S & that every day they show me a new clever trick and keep me fit,
Happy 22 months old S & J
PS no way did I set the chairs up ... do you think I am crazy - they learn quick enough as it is.
PPS I' m majorly p*ssed off because blogger has put word verification on my posts -YES - you heard it right -they think it is a spam blog . It took me 10 tries to get it -they made it fuzzy on purpose. I have to send them an email to get a human to look at my blog and remove it.
♥
Sunday, 23 September 2007
Everyday is not the same...
or is it ?
I am stuck in a rut,while I am loving it - not working full time (LQTM)- What is that you say ? is there ever a mother who doesn't work full time).Let me rephrase working full time for a wage instead of love.
My daily daytime routine consists of ministering love & cuddles and meeting the needs of my two delightful boys S & J ( in other words I am their slave). Oh I have help, a part time teen slave D and my some-time man slave DH.
My day starts late ... oh about 4-5am I begin feeding my masters their milk straight off the vine. Then we snuggle down again till 7.30-8am.
We do the nappy, dress, breakfast routine ... maybe the nappy thing twice (means x 2 babies a second time)!
I wash (well actually the front loader washes I just put them in and hang them out) the modern cloth nappies ... this I admit I do gladly ...still the novelty hasn't worn off in nearly 7 months.
We play ... lately the gorgeous spring weather means outside for an hour. If I am lucky I get to sit down and BF at the computer (YAY !) or I work (play) on computer while they play.
We snack (me all day) the babies at random intervals depending on the volume of the whinging and what I need to do.
WE change nappies (though I say we I mean I ).
I clean ...when I feel obliged ,when I can stand it anymore, or when company is expected ...or when I feel that DH needs a break. I usually wait for the slave boy to come home to start moving (him) -after all it is my job to train him up for the benefit of his future wife.
The babies are just so slow at folding clothes ...
We play some more , I BF some more , we eat some more , they trash a few more things and I change a few more nappies. There is no routine. The only break in our routine is Monday when we go to a multiple playgroup for 2 hrs.
Urrgg today the slave boy is still on a RWO (rostered weekend off) and the man slave has gone to work on a rare Sunday (to paint the ramps, with undercoating primer, for his work truck and install a new CD player).
Today we are expecting company - my Mother-in-law.I have to get moving by myself ... lucky the kitchen is clean ...my man slave cleaned it up after he made me breakfast in bed (well I ate it sitting on side of bed). I just have to pick up the rollerarounds the babies have scattered from one end of the house to other ... they are so dangerous underfoot.
Actually , we do usually go to Church sometimes on Sunday but lately we have been sick, had a family do, the Bridge opening, and just been so full of other excuses I can't remember actually. Today, I planned to go, (new church starts at 10am - 1 min up the road by car) it is now 9.50am and there is still time but no way would I attempt it myself with two babies. You can't take pram into the tiered seating auditorium and I wouldn't leave them in the creche upstairs and no point going and sitting in there.
okay ... time for nappy changes ...time to tidy up ... time to drag myself out of this chair. I could sit all day and read blogs actually. I am addicted. It is also satisfying to find other people think like me. I guess we can't all be crazy.
I read, I should be thankful I home to clean [means I have somewhere safe and warm to sleep], dirty dishes (means I have food in my belly [OK lots of food] and cupboards) and laundry to do [you get the drift -clothes to wear] and a family to wear them I should add ... someone to love etc etc.
Yes, I am truly thankful I have a nice home, lovely boys, good husband and lots of snacks but my stash of Chocolate is running low and I ate all nearly all the sour worms yesterday.
Milestones ... I read it my book that because of a shocking memory we should joy down milestones and achievements of our children.Not that I am hung up on the competitiveness of it -just for them when they are older and for me.
Things I noticed in last few days ...
S - knows the lounge is softer than the floor , if you want to lie down on and cry for mummy (when mummy is busy feeding J actually)
J - turned the TV on and up loud ... then waved the TV remote at me . I asked him to bring it to mummy and HE DID !
S- he is getting closer to walking , took a few steps just holding one hand today.
J- that walking means now you can chase mummy faster down the hallway crying when she races off to the loo or put your sleeping brother to bed (then wake him).
J - starting to get the idea of feeding himself with a lot of help.
S - who cares about eating - but he knows the rustle of a baby rice rusk packet and puts his little hands up immediately
J - ripping the Reader's Digest magazine is sure to get a rise out of mummy - grrr and then he gives it me - when I yell - give that to mummy ! I really don't care if ripping paper is good for fine motor skills son.
J- first but then both climbing from/over one arm of lounge chair to other is good fun.
Right now ... that the wooden venetian blinds make a cool noise when you bang your hands against them,standing up in the cots - even if Mummy really, really wants you to have asleep before Nanny comes. Else, we will be cranky and Nanny will give her 2c worth ...
I am stuck in a rut,while I am loving it - not working full time (LQTM)- What is that you say ? is there ever a mother who doesn't work full time).Let me rephrase working full time for a wage instead of love.
My daily daytime routine consists of ministering love & cuddles and meeting the needs of my two delightful boys S & J ( in other words I am their slave). Oh I have help, a part time teen slave D and my some-time man slave DH.
My day starts late ... oh about 4-5am I begin feeding my masters their milk straight off the vine. Then we snuggle down again till 7.30-8am.
We do the nappy, dress, breakfast routine ... maybe the nappy thing twice (means x 2 babies a second time)!
I wash (well actually the front loader washes I just put them in and hang them out) the modern cloth nappies ... this I admit I do gladly ...still the novelty hasn't worn off in nearly 7 months.
We play ... lately the gorgeous spring weather means outside for an hour. If I am lucky I get to sit down and BF at the computer (YAY !) or I work (play) on computer while they play.
We snack (me all day) the babies at random intervals depending on the volume of the whinging and what I need to do.
WE change nappies (though I say we I mean I ).
I clean ...when I feel obliged ,when I can stand it anymore, or when company is expected ...or when I feel that DH needs a break. I usually wait for the slave boy to come home to start moving (him) -after all it is my job to train him up for the benefit of his future wife.
The babies are just so slow at folding clothes ...
We play some more , I BF some more , we eat some more , they trash a few more things and I change a few more nappies. There is no routine. The only break in our routine is Monday when we go to a multiple playgroup for 2 hrs.
Urrgg today the slave boy is still on a RWO (rostered weekend off) and the man slave has gone to work on a rare Sunday (to paint the ramps, with undercoating primer, for his work truck and install a new CD player).
Today we are expecting company - my Mother-in-law.I have to get moving by myself ... lucky the kitchen is clean ...my man slave cleaned it up after he made me breakfast in bed (well I ate it sitting on side of bed). I just have to pick up the rollerarounds the babies have scattered from one end of the house to other ... they are so dangerous underfoot.
Actually , we do usually go to Church sometimes on Sunday but lately we have been sick, had a family do, the Bridge opening, and just been so full of other excuses I can't remember actually. Today, I planned to go, (new church starts at 10am - 1 min up the road by car) it is now 9.50am and there is still time but no way would I attempt it myself with two babies. You can't take pram into the tiered seating auditorium and I wouldn't leave them in the creche upstairs and no point going and sitting in there.
okay ... time for nappy changes ...time to tidy up ... time to drag myself out of this chair. I could sit all day and read blogs actually. I am addicted. It is also satisfying to find other people think like me. I guess we can't all be crazy.
I read, I should be thankful I home to clean [means I have somewhere safe and warm to sleep], dirty dishes (means I have food in my belly [OK lots of food] and cupboards) and laundry to do [you get the drift -clothes to wear] and a family to wear them I should add ... someone to love etc etc.
Yes, I am truly thankful I have a nice home, lovely boys, good husband and lots of snacks but my stash of Chocolate is running low and I ate all nearly all the sour worms yesterday.
Milestones ... I read it my book that because of a shocking memory we should joy down milestones and achievements of our children.Not that I am hung up on the competitiveness of it -just for them when they are older and for me.
Things I noticed in last few days ...
S - knows the lounge is softer than the floor , if you want to lie down on and cry for mummy (when mummy is busy feeding J actually)
J - turned the TV on and up loud ... then waved the TV remote at me . I asked him to bring it to mummy and HE DID !
S- he is getting closer to walking , took a few steps just holding one hand today.
J- that walking means now you can chase mummy faster down the hallway crying when she races off to the loo or put your sleeping brother to bed (then wake him).
J - starting to get the idea of feeding himself with a lot of help.
S - who cares about eating - but he knows the rustle of a baby rice rusk packet and puts his little hands up immediately
J - ripping the Reader's Digest magazine is sure to get a rise out of mummy - grrr and then he gives it me - when I yell - give that to mummy ! I really don't care if ripping paper is good for fine motor skills son.
J- first but then both climbing from/over one arm of lounge chair to other is good fun.
S- with bottom teeth you can grip hold real good of mummy and if you bite she yelps ! He hasn't quite bitten me hard on nipple yet but he did bite my finger -ouch !
Both standing on the lounge gives you a good view out the window and when planning what to do next.
The recycling bin is full of fun things to play with no matter how many expensive toys they have.Right now ... that the wooden venetian blinds make a cool noise when you bang your hands against them,standing up in the cots - even if Mummy really, really wants you to have asleep before Nanny comes. Else, we will be cranky and Nanny will give her 2c worth ...
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