Mini sometimes I look at you and it is like looking at a mini me in the mirror. My boy, you are going to have to learn to control that temper of mine that you have. That boiling anger that I can see clearly inside. You are going to have to grow and learn how to engage the brain, before putting the mouth in gear, learn to count to ten before erupting into the volcano of fury you can be. It isn’t going to be easy, I have said some hurtful things in my time due to my bad temper, but one thing that being a mother has brought me is more »
My wonderful talented and very clever friend Abi from Bub’s Bears and Mutterings from the moor decided to start a raffle for one of her fantastic bears in aid of Cancer Research The response has been overwhelming and she is well on her way to reaching her target of £200, but offers of more prizes have been flooding in, so below is a selection of what else you could win. Prudence the chicken made by Claire A Book of weird and wonderful short stories by Abi’s husband A Tea Cosy from Kelly Beautiful handmade cards from Al A stunning cushion by Amber An amazing reversible adults apron from Julie more »
I was hot, yes I know I was in a hospital and they are always hot, but normally the dressings clinic is OK. Yes the window is open, but I know that I am a little off, just not right, I can not put my finger in it and it is about to get worse. The nurse has returned with all the things she needs to remove these stitches and I will be so glad to see them go. No blue thread making my chest look like a zip, no more pulling and pressure as the skin tightens around them. I am so happy to see them go, the boys less more »
Dear Breast Cancer I found out you had took another member of the family yesterday. It makes me so sad and angry to see you focusing your attention of the female maternal line of my family. You are an evil shit and I will not succumb.A tearful MadMum————————— Dear MumI am sorry that they (the powers that be) feel that you do not qualify for a stair life, but shouting at me isn’t going to get you one either.Your exasperated daughter——————————-Dear GPFlu, what real flu, you have to be kidding me, what with vertigo too. How can I bloody manage to look after myself let alone anyone else this week.A more »
It is nearly one year since my first breast surgery. I was frantically trying to fit everything in that I needed to. I had booked 6 weeks of Tesco Deliveries, a book of all the things the boys liked, ate, did and schedules. But specifically the one thing I was doing a year ago was writing letters.I wrote 4 letters and 3, I will share with you, the one I wrote to MadDad is not and never will be for public consumption, but I wrote one each to the boys and one explaining why i was doing what I was. Writing those letters was the hardest thing I had ever had more »
Please don’t call me brave, please don’t tell me I have done the brave thing. What I have done was the easy option, the only option I felt open to me. It was Hobson’s choice. How could I live knowing the risk I had and not worry with every passing moment that a cancer was growing inside me. No I took the easy way out. Please don’t call me brave. I have never had to tell my children, my husband, my mother or my friends that I have cancer. I have never had to make them feel that everything is going to be OK, when actually I want them to be more »
Geriatric Mummy is in the very unfortunate circumstances of watching her beloved Father go rapidly downhill with early onset dementia and she has asked what other people would do in her situation. I decided to do a post, rather than a comment, as it would be rather long, as this is a subject close to my heart. I have a faulty gene, technically they call it a spelling mistake in the DNA and in mine and my family’s case the issue is with the BRCA 1 gene, which for me due to my family history means that I had an 80% lifetime risk of breast cancer and a 60% lifetime risk more »
Over at the fabtastic (yep that is a cross between fabulous and fantastic, as she is both) Stephanie’s Bah to cancer this morning. I am finally telling my story and my choices, if any one is interested. Whilst you are there, please also take a look at Stephanie’s blog, which is a heart wrench, but positive story of her dance with breast cancer. Remember that is is Brest cancer awareness month, so get checking those breasts.