Friday, October 18, 2013

Friday Florals

 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

Its been a lovely week.

Swimming lessons, play dates, lunch dates, visits to the gym and plenty of hanging out in the garden when the wind wasn't blowing a gale. I tried to motivate myself to get cracking and start making things for my Etsy Christmas store but only got as far as straightening out my sewing cupboard and setting aside fabrics to use. Shall dive in this weekend...promise! Harry finally decided to use a little of his birthday money and bought himself a fishing rod, tackle box and a new bike helmet. Hoping to take him fishing this weekend and we're also planning on a family bike ride by the lake if the weather is kind.

Our garden is bursting with heady, sweet smelling blooms...those bees that Harry was chatting to earlier in the week weren't too fussed with Jack rattling the lavender bushes to make them buzz, so he scored his first sting. Thankfully he didn't have a reaction and said nothing more than ouch but he learnt a good lesson...bees bite if you make them cranky...and Mummy & Daddy kind of know what they're talking about when they say leave the bees alone.

So far so good with Jack's first week in his toddler bed. He's worked out how to get down from the bed and shuffle to the gate in his sleeping bag but will get back into bed when we ask him to...with an earnest "ok...sorwy mum" and usually goes to sleep straight away.

Harry started Kindy orientation this week and loved it which is a promising sign. I really hope he is accepted into the school we've applied to. We find out after orientation so fingers crossed. He completely took me by surprise by swimming freestyle across the pool by himself at the end of his lesson...this is the kid who couldn't stand water in his face six months ago. So incredibly proud of him. Think its going to be a great summer on the water with our kayake this year.

Well...best knock over Mt Washmore while the Jackman is still sleeping.

Have a beautiful weekend!

xx Em

 

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Honeybunch

 

I found my beautiful Harry by the lavender having a jolly old chat with the bees this morning.

 

 

He was telling them how much he loved them and thanking them for all the wonderful things they do...like collecting pollen and making honey...and you know, just buzzing and stuff.

 

 

Then he went searching for ants...

 

 

...and found a ladybug instead.

 

 

I've watched him grow up in this garden and hope that he'll have many fond memories of the discoveries and adventures he's had.

 

 

 

And I hope that I'll never forget the beautiful songs he's sung!

 

 

 

Happy days xxx

 

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Sunday night natterings

Time for another Harry/Mummy date...this morning we went back to the Arboretum for breakfast and a little hike. Gorgeous!

 

 

When we got home we found the Jackman like this...

 

Hubby decided to transform the cot to a toddler bed while we were out. We'd been playing with the idea for a couple of weeks. We now have one very excited two year old and we are now officially deemed 100% CRAZY.

 

 

Let the games begin!

 

 

 

Helpful insights looking back...

I received a really beautiful email this past week from fellow blogger Krista from Blanks & Bliss. Here is an excerpt...

'Despite entering your journey on your blog with breast cancer somewhat late, I have been inspired by your strength, honesty and courage. Your story has struck a chord with me and whilst my presence may be lingering, you are never far from my thoughts.

This is why I would love your thoughts on how loved ones can support each other during a time like this. What did you find helpful, reassuring, pestering, annoying, imposing, through your journey? Did people come out of the woodwork with kind offerings? Or did people hide? What is your advice on how to make the journey a little less rough? What did people do, strangers, friends, family, that helped?

I've read about your wonderful mum and husband and the oodles of support you have received from people. But if you could give them advice, what would it be?'

 

Questions definitely worth a blog post so here goes...

Everyone has their own way of dealing with the news that they or their loved one has cancer and one thing I've learnt is to give people the time they need to work through it. I'm the type who prefers to share and get it out in the open rather than use up my energy trying to hide it from others but many of the other patients I got to know in hospital hadn't told anyone outside their immediate circle that they were sick.

To be honest...a lot of the time I didn't really know what it was that I needed or wanted because my situation kept changing, jumping from one treatment to the next. Looking back though, the things that helped the most were simple, practical things like friends cooking meals and dropping them off every now and again, little care packages with lovely body products or magazines, accompanying me to appointments, visits in hospital, babysitting, regular messages of encouragement left on our machine that didn't require a return phone call and beautiful handmade cards in the post.

I found that occasionally there was a very fine line between others anticipating my need for assistance and feeling like I was being watched like a hawk all the time. Bit of a tricky balance because I still craved my independence but was rendered completely helpless at times.

I noticed that everyone kept their own problems, big problems, far out of my reach. Many of my friends were struggling with heartbreaking issues of their own and I wish that I could have been there for them, even if all I could have done was listen from my hospital bed. In saying that though...if one of my beloved had cancer, my instinct would be to shield them from my problems. Such a tough one...its hard to know sometimes. For me, being able to shift my focus off myself and on to others was a good thing. It maintained some normality and kept me from drowning in self pity.

 

I have been met with such an abundance of genuine kindness.

My girlfriends have been the loving framework that has kept me upright, providing hugs, humour, babysitting, inspiration and good coffee.

My family has been the blanket of reassurance wrapped around all of us. Not a week has passed without a phone call or Skype session from my brothers and sisters, my parents, my aunts, uncles, cousins and grandmother. The hands on help from Mum, Katie, Suze and Margie when they've come to visit has been a huge blessing! Giving my boys something lovely and normal to focus on made a huge difference.

The kindness of strangers has been a beautiful thread running through my cancer experience. From the incredible turnout and donations made at the fundraiser from people I'd never met, to the Pharmacist who always asks how I am whenever I set foot in the chemist, to the beautiful comments from readers around the world. They all add up and each moment has boosted my morale and given me the strength to keep fighting. So yes...people certainly came out of the woodwork with kind offerings.

Did anyone hide? Sadly, a couple of friends noticeably slipped away after I was diagnosed...but I don't take it personally. I think it unfair to place expectations on how people deal with upsetting situations...especially if they are dealing with stressful issues in their own lives. My in-laws have been conspicuous by their absence but they were never the type to engage with our kids or offer to look after them before I became sick so there was no expectation that they'd step up after my diagnosis.

Overall though, we have been flooded with generous offers of help and we've been so grateful for the support we've received.

I guess my advice for those who want to support a loved one with cancer is to just be available...don't put expectations on how your loved one should be dealing with their journey and try and keep normality in the equation.

If all else fails...chocolate icecream, lots of chocolate icecream!

xxx Em

Friday, October 11, 2013

First Post Chemo Haircut

 

Momentous occasion this afternoon folks!

 

For the first time since the beginning of chemo, when the last wisps of my hair were shorn off, I stepped through the doors of my hair salon for a cut.

 

 

Its been six whole months since my last haircut.

Six months...

 

 

It was so very lovely to see Marina again. Love my hairdresser! We caught up on those missing six months as she tidied up my hairline, with Harry occasionally coming over to join in the conversation.

 

(Harry pulling a Kate Moss pose)

 

The amount of hair that came off was minuscule but the act was monumental, another step closer to normality.


 

Felt great to be able to walk out of the salon saying "See you in six weeks".

 

 

xx Em