Skip to main content

Life and health: Things come in threes

Today. What a day. I've had two cancer scares in one year. Within that year I've given birth and lost 3.2L blood in a post birth haemorrhage. That's enough now. That's plenty of death warnings. During pregnancy, I had a small lump on my arm like a raised mole checked - it was a suspected melanoma so they removed removed it when Rosie was 3 months as they didn't want me to handle the anaesthetic while pregnant. Instead, I put up with the threat of it during birth and it was a shadow. 

Now, at nearly 9 months, I have a swollen thyroid. I've been told that my thyroid is a spongiform texture and they are happy with it. It's been worrying us for 3 weeks. But they found some darker cells beneath. Those darker cells are lurking there. Waiting to see if they're going to pounce or stay benign. In a year, I'll have a scan again to see how they're growing. I didn't know I'd have to be facing all this at 35. It's strange but it's also helped me create a way in which I look on life. I am seeing life differently with a renewed appreciation where I am less frustrated and more grateful. I wish I could life in my happy moments with Oscar forever. He is forever. And the girls. They bring me too much joy that my heart could hold. I hope that one day they'll read this and know they came from a happy, passionate, and crazy lady. 

The stars are incredible and the planets are all plump. It's a Monday. The girls don't quite realise the gravitas of the situation but today is a good day. The sun was bright all day. And I found out that I've got a year more to enjoy with them, and hopefully a lot longer. Since Rosie's birth, death has never been closer and we're starting to understand the preciousness of life.

In the car, as I was driving to the clinic, I thought of a story that could be written. It started with silence. With the thought about people not speaking. No spoken language. Just AI and predicted talk. MindTalk. Then came the thoughts of Buddhists. Silence. Life in quietness. Stillness. How would worlds exist without the spoken word. I got really into it. I'll carry it on one day.

The above four paragraphs have been in my 'draft' pile for a month. I've been sitting on sending this information out into the world. The last month has been Easter holidays and we've been to our Devon farm that we venture to every year and fed the cows every morning. It's been the third year we've been. I think it might be time for something more adventurous next time but we'll probably end up with the cows. 

As we speak, I'm editing my new website and I'm learning to let go of health scares. My friends have had cancerous cells removed from their wombs in their mid-twenties. That's a lot to deal with and I didn't realise how hard until now. So I'm living. I'm no longer posting on social media. It wastes my time. Time is more valuable with my girls and Oscar and the family. We are busy thinking about our next house move while growing vegetables in potentially the last summer in the house where all our babies were born (June on the lounge floor is quite the memory to hold).

It's time to make each moment count.



Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Through the bleak grows hope: January 2025

One of my friends said to me last week that January is for organising. She's a vegetable gardener. More will follow about this later, but currently, I'm upstairs in our bedroom after a very average sleep.  --- I managed the above three sentences before I was interrupted. It's now very common with three little lives that come bursting in on me in the morning. We had to get ready for the school run so off I went to convince them to stand still for more than a few minutes just to get them changed. I rudely interrupted their game of MumandDad. They really have the sweetest games. But this post isn't about 3-4 year old games. As always, I never know where this writing will take me but I have a vague idea and I know that I need to write. So I write.  I'll crack straight on with this first post since March 2024...my mission is to use this blog to write every month. I have showered and dried my hair. Alone. A luxury in this Mum world I'm currently in. It isn't just ...

Sacrifice | Surrender | Soften : the balance of the emotional parental mind

This post has been writing itself for years. These three phrases or ideas being played within my mind whilst navigating the intense period of our lives where we bring up our three little girls. I'm writing today, sat on our breakfast bar, in the tidiest house we've ever had since our first baby. Our third baby is asleep. Our other two are at Nanny's for their half term sleepover. I'm trying not to miss them.  The house is immaculate because we're selling. We're selling the house that we brought them up in, we're selling the house I gave birth in, the house we have made the strongest memories of our lives. It's time to move on. We have done everything we can to this property and I need to slowly detach myself. We've outgrown it. Our lives are bigger than it. We're bursting at the seams and we need another home to hold us and create new memories - for the next chapter. sac·ri·fice [ˈsakrɪfʌɪs] 1. give up something that is valuable to you in order t...

Book review: Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy

This book was discovered during pregnancy in my local WHSmiths. I used to go there as a little child and pick out some new gel pens as a weekend treat. Yes, I love my stationery. My children I teach will tell you that! I have a special drawer with stationery treats in for star of the week presents. I have a special box with my stationery in that they can’t touch and I have my classroom stationery box that they can explore and use. Anyway, I’ve gone off piste. I could talk pens all day. But I’m here to talk Blood Meridian. I picked it up because McCarthy’s The Road is taught in the A-Level Dystopian module. We compared The Road with The Handmaid’s Tale (when it was on the cusp of going big). The Road has a sparseness to it like Blood Meridian. Like HT, BM was published in 1985. From the start, I was enthralled with McCarthy’s exceptional descriptive writing. The way he describes landscape is like nothing I’ve ever read: simplistic in lexis but detailed in syntax. He uses plenty of syn...