As evidenced by my lack of posts the last couple of months, I’ve been a bit sidetracked lately.
I have been weighing up for a long time about whether to write anything about this, but the sun feels like its peeking through the clouds now and I’ve been told that sharing is what makes things better with me – so I am exorcising (and for those who know my mantra – “fitness is shitness”, this is a big thing)
… Oh the puns, I do crack myself up.
Anyhoo, a few months ago I fell into a bit of a hole that, at the time, felt bottomless.
So, this is a cute black dog peeking around the corner, but mine was sucky
I’ve truly never felt that way before and I must say it scared the bejesus out of me. On top of that I had work issues and relationship issues and blah, blah, blah
Then right in the middle of all this came the kicker…
My mum was diagnosed with Bowel Cancer.
Now, my mum Margaret (Margie to her sisters, Mutti to me) is a trooper.
Mum skiing on the Murray in the 70s
She has handled all her treatments with absolute aplomb and a strength that has made me both beam with pride and bawl my eyes out at the same time.
She spent five weeks doing radiotherapy and chemo at the same time. She was given a jaunty bum bag to carry her chemo drugs with her at all times, which is supposed to make it less stressful on the body.
I laughed my arse off when I saw this picture of Madonna child shopping in Malawi as I never thought I’d see the day when my mother and the Queen of Pop were getting around in the same gear (I wouldn’t blink an eyelid if it was my father and the King of Pop; Michael Jackson – Dad’s love of surgical masks, sequinned gloves and military gloves is legendary)... BTW - that was a joke Brenton, we all know that all you share with MJ is a love of The Beatles as evidenced by this mighty Sgt Pepperesque mo.
Awww, young love. I think they're in their early 20's here
Mum got burns from the radiotherapy that sent her back into hospital, unable to walk, but as soon as they were under control, she was as bright and sunny as before again. It is an absolutely effed up situation, not being able to do anything for her, but it has made the family such a tight unit. I have never felt as close to my mum as I do now and I have so much respect for her.
Mum and me and my little bro Rowan
Mum (in the tea cosy - excellent sartorial choice there Marg) and me digging for pipis, I think its at Goolwa
Next week she goes into surgery to have the tumour removed and will have to have a colostomy bag for a few months, which she is already making jokes about.
I am shit-scared, but because of her attitude, I can’t feel anything but positive about the future.
Here’s to rainbows because they are beauty borne from turbulence.