Yesterday I was a doting daughter giving tough love to dad for best recovery because God knows if Betty kicks him out I sure as he’ll ain’t having him.
Today I want to say fuck it and sleep in, quit my job and sit in the sun, tomorrow I’ll feel the same about work as I have no leave so i can’t even take a mental health day…..or 6 months LSL to rest the weary.
I had a wonderful weekend. There’s nothing like time in the country doing things you don’t normally do, to make you feel alive. A taste of four wheel driving, the 1st lambs of spring, your son driving in the paddocks and of course my nephew’s debutant ball.
Saturday night Foster came 3rd in the LFC B&F, a pretty good effort considering all the footy he had and all the games he missed due to other footy commitments, but I could’ve slept through it to be perfectly honest I was so tired.
On “Sun”day as I wash the cars, I wondered how do you accept things without letting them take over and along comes my neighbour (a trained counsellor, yoga instructor & Tibetan purist) and helps me recognise I’m doing all the right things by having some good crys, going places with my mind that are uncomfortable then coming back to a safe place step by step. We have had only 3 chats now and all of them have been deep and meaningful, no small talk – thank God cause I hate that, it’s just a waste of my time. We’ve already agreed next debrief will be over a wine on her balcony.
Happy days xx
Published by Debra Mesecke
I was 21 and I was planning a wedding, buying a house and had a job interview for the job of my dreams on my 22nd birthday. You see I was being made redundant and had to find a new job by August. Especially with the new mortgage now. It was April. I worked for CML and my new job was a done deal. All I needed was a medical. And with that, just like that....my life was turned upside down and I was diagnosed with CML, ha ha, I know the irony. My hematologist had a laugh at that too. I had Chronic Myeloid Leukeamia, which was normally reserved for 70 year old men. Quite rare for a young adult to get, so how would they treat it? I underwent two separate trials until finally it was decided my best chance of survival (all be it only 50% chance), would be a MUD BMT (matched unrelated bone marrow transplant), now known as VUD Allograt (volunteer unrelated donor). I was told 21 years ago the chance of finding a match was 1 in 20,000 (and that is everyone was on the bone marrow donor registry). Scary odds. So being the risk taker I am I said "go for it". They found a match and that was my first miracle in this journey. The second miracle was, it worked - new blood type, two different DNA profiles and the miracle of medicine was reborn inside me. The third miracle is my son.
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