Anniversaries and celebrating life

I spent the 5^th anniversary of mums passing playing in the Studio with +Kim Robertson  and +Lynda Cochrane . It was a long, and emotionally challenging day. At the end, the exhaustion that comes from a day well spent doing things you love with beautiful people and making a day special, and more a celebration of life. I have added a couple of my pictures (top 3) from the day at Lynda’s and also some of Kim’s Photos (bottom 3). 

Walking the talk

(Borrowed from an article)

Offering Pretend Lasagne

There are fewer questions less answerable than "What can I do to help?" It's bad enough when lobbed at a harried hostess, but even more unanswerable for someone who's really struggling. The urge to ask is understandable: Chances are, you don't know what someone who has suffered a terrible loss or is struggling with some unthinkable disease has gone through. So you ask the question 47 times, and when the person doesn't have a response, you throw your hands up and think, "Well, I tried..." And here's the thing: You do get friend credit for trying. But you get even more for actually doing. Are they not responding to calls but seem happy to get emails? Are they drop-in averse? Start with a small, concrete way to make the day easier, whether it's having groceries delivered or coming over to walk her dog, and do it in the least obtrusive manner possible.

1 year 10 months (2 weeks early)

I decided to do this one early. My 1 year 10 month anniversary is December 16. December 16 is also the 5^th anniversary of my mother’s passing away from lung cancer which metastasised to her brain.

Pondering the aftermath of brain surgery

Yesterday while in the shower I, all of a sudden started thinking about PTSD (Post-traumatic stress disorder). Why was I thinking about it? There has been some suggestion that a few of us who have had brain surgery have PTSD. 

1 year 9 months

Here we are again. Another month flew by and now I’m 21 Months post op (Tomorrow).  Life has changed a lot since I first came home in March last year. For a start I have more confidence than I have ever had in my life. There is not much that stops me, some things slow me down a bit but they don’t stop me.

Lost/forgotten Words Pre-surgery

I was digging around for a note book for my sister in law to write her dreams in. I knew I had at least one spare as I kept buying them when I was living with my brain tumour and filling only a single page or not writing in them at all. I found one and flipped through it to make sure there was nothing in it. I handed it to her and she found the first two pages had been filled. I pulled them out and gave the book back to her. I decided I really should have a look through the others to see if there was anything in them.

What's your 'why'?

Borrowed from the lovely Ange Takats status post this morning - 

"The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why." - Mark Twain

What's your 'why'?