she isn't here

Like a lot of the world right now, I'm missing my mum, She should have been here, we should have been sharing my life and loving her face as she saw what I've been seeing for the last three years.

She's not, of course and I fear, now never will. But you never know.

And the chances are she wouldn't have felt she could come now as with my dad's possible diabetes and now the news he's been booked in for an emergency MRI, she would have been so very torn.

I am wondering what his next few months, years will be like for him. How will he manage this new set of symptoms and will they even operate? Can you risk a man with his disability to go in for an operation, and that's before any level of risk with COVID 19. What anaesthetist would take that chance?

Something will one day kill him, we're none of us immortal and he has lasted far longer than anyone ever thought possible, tougher than a bull elephant my dad.

A spoon full of sugar

I always pick up when my mum calls, especially if it's a strange time of day. I'm waiting for the news. Shed called yesterday and although it wasn't 'the' news there was more news. An update, a keeping me in the loop.
They suspect my dad has diabetes.
This struck me as another cruel blow. When your life consists of a sad and slow routine, one of his few joys is carrot cake, a sweet moment at the end of each meal.
For now, and who knows how long, he has to cut back on sugar.
This next thing, this is cruel.
VHL just is cruel.

more than enough

I'm not sure when it started, but often I do more than enough.

Cleaning

Contact

Care

The best people in my life I measure by a knowledge of, I am enough.

I don't have to do anything.

I do because I want to.

Because I can.

The only exception to this is my child. I have to actively stop myself doing too much so that she doesn't become a spoilt brat. I'm instilling independent worth. While, I hope giving all the love and attention are needs. 

Unconditional love. 

I've been given it, I've craved it and I've thrown it away. 

So when I doubt my ability to give that, I end up giving more than enough. 

inflicted by honesty

Saying how it is

Knowing who's listening

Acknowledging the difference

Be playful if you can be

Consider what you say

Am I private?

What you say can make a difference

Speak

Speak

Speak 

Fat Bastard

Had one of those days. Came home to a messy house, a dismissive daughter and an absent husband. 

Decided to lie in bed an read a good book. 

Had a little cry and got warm.

Got a message from a friend and felt a bit better.

I told my husband what was on my mind. He listened, didn't talk. 

Then husband cooked a lush dinner, daughter came and cuddled me while I finished the good book and we watched a silly film while I sipped a glass of Fat Bastard.

And I thought of you. My friends who know me.

I am blessed. 

And I thought of how brilliant it will be when we drink a bottle of it together. 

And now I'm listening to husband huffing and puffing at the online poker game and his frustration at his own playing.

And it's making me smile.

grumpy

I've woken up very grumpy. Perhaps a little too much wine bar night hasn't helped.

I'm grumpy at the washing up in the sink, the fact that the national power grid has gone off again, so the load of washing in the machine is now not going to be finished until the afternoon so it won't dry today.

I'm grumpy that some ex students on twitter have been rude about the school, when I know how hard the staff are working to keep us going and hopefully open in September.

I'm grumpy because our house keeper who we haven't seen for 4 weeks sent a message to say they can't afford to buy food. Even though we are still paying her, so I think maybe the other 2 members of staff who employ her might not be. 

And I'm grumpy because our tree house is broken.

And yet I know these are all such small things compared to what other people are going through and I feel like a spoilt brat. And that's making me even more grumpy.