Smashing it.... don’t get me wrong, this admission has been HARD. I’ve probably slept about 3-4 hours a night, had one home cooked meal and dressed purely in loungewear BUT it’s not about me is it?! T has done so well. We’ve been able to cut his oxygen requirement in half again and he’s been super brave with all the tests & investigations. I’ve had to be a lioness to make sure we push on with progress, but progress has been made. Keep it up Super Ted... 3 more sleeps #nurturingmums#suoerted#theendisinsight#mama
Day 3 Water Fast💦
It was ugly this morning. I could hardly get out of bed. I had to sit on the floor to get ready for work. I had hit the wall.😣
I texted back and forth with my naturopath doc, and we decided it was time for me to push pause.✋
I drank a cup of warm vegetable broth and ate a cup of raw greens, and within 15 minutes felt good as new.👍
Fasted the rest of the day and I'm smiling now.🙂
I'm not hungry. Just a bit week. Mostly just COLD. 2nd pic shows how I'm bundled with a down vest and blanket. Drinking hot water. 🍵
Hives still present but seem to be retreating...🔴
I'll check in to let you know how tomorrow goes.💜
Day 6: finally added in a big splash of yellow 😍 my best colour. Yellow makes everything look better!!!
Today was mostly all about second coats and tidying up edges. Both walls are so close to being done 🥳🥳
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The real sign he is feeling better. We are weaning his oxygen today. #theendisinsight
Today's project: stitching the border on the big kid's unbaby quilt. I started it before he was born, then life got in the way and the quilt top sat around for more than a decade, getting a little attention every now and then. A few months ago, I finally got it sandwiched and finished quilting everything except the borders. Now I'm hoping to have it finished in time for his 13th birthday in two months.
If you’re sick of seeing my progress on this mammoth rose painting then you’re in luck : I think I’m just about done! Just a few more sessions to tweak and add a little more.... which is lucky because it turns out I’m submitting the image this Friday and not at the end of this month as I had believed was the plan😱🤦🏻♀️ lol
Last night my mum found me sprawled out on my bed crying. She came in, sat down next to me and started to stroke my back as I kept repeating the words "I'm just so exhausted" through the tears. She was crying too, telling me I'd done so well and that it would soon be over. Amidst the sobbing Isla came in to check if I was alright - as she always does. She immediately jumped up onto the bed, desperate to get to me. My head was buried in the sheets, so she first settled on my exposed ankle, and gave me an affectionate wash. That wouldn't do, though, she soon barged her way through to reach my face, and attacked me with kisses. The fact that she wasn't already on my bed is a rarity. She seldom leaves my side whenever I'm home now. She'll get down for her breakfast and come straight back. She'll go out for a walk and then instantly snuggle back into bed with me as soon as she's home. She follows me when I move to a different room, she waits on the threshold for me when I go to the loo. I truly believe she knows. She might not know exactly what she knows, but she understands that something is different, that I need her to be gentle, that I don't go on walks with her not out of choice, but because I can't. It's been a treacherous month and a half, and the guilt I feel towards not being the best for her upsets me daily, but I don't think she cares. She is wonderful and I love her so much. #cancer#cancerjourney#chemotherapy#chemo#dog#cavachon#furbaby#fluffy#snuggles#love#furparent#writing#diary#guilt#theendisinsight#cancerfight#lymphoma#nonhodgkins#sideeffects#tough#hard#fighter
I have SOOOOOOOOOO many projects I want to begin, but first I have to finish Dami's birthday wrap. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
As of the row I just completed, I'm sitting at 95% done! The end is in sight!
Inspecting the plate before me like I’ve never seen ice cream before...Praying that the new year be as sweet as my dessert. I could not have asked for a better way to spend new year than being in ABZ, doing some legendary ceilidh and of course, the famous New Years conference, meeting warriors of the faith, starting my year right with the most important person, GOD. Here’s to the final leg of a 4 year course!
I don’t know about tomorrow, I just live from day to day. I don't borrow from the sunshine, For it's skies may turn to gray.
I don't worry o'er the future
For I know what Jesus said
And today I'll walk beside Him,
For He knows what lies ahead
Many things about tomorrow
I don't seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow
And I know who holds my hand.
DEADLINES HERE I COME!!! #sweettreats#dessert#studentlife#inchristalone#senioryear#almostdone#theendisinsight#timeflies
Im Raucherpavillon sitzen jetzt neue Leute. Sie machen die selben Witze und sie lachen über die selben Running-Gags, wie die Patient*innen, die vor ihnen da waren. Die Witze werden deshalb nicht witziger. Und auch die Häkelmützen, die in der Klinik sozusagen Trend sind, sehen an den Neuen nicht besser aus. Es stimmt, dass sich manches nicht ändert. Auf meinem Nachttisch liegt seit fünf Tagen eine Plastikblume, ein gentle reminder dafür, dass meine Freundinnen zu Hause auf mich warten. Ein ausgefuchstes gestalttherapeutisches Mittel diese rosane Blüte, die mich vor allem an den Strauß erinnert, den Martina von Blume2000 zu meinem Geburtstag gebunden hat. Ein Riesending war das. Alle Ärzt*innen, die zur morgendlichen Visite kamen waren mindestens beeindruckt von diesem Strauß und mein Zimmer roch eine ganze Weile nach einem gut sortierten Blumenladen. Das ist jetzt anderthalb Monate her. Seitdem bin ich mindestens fünf Zentimeter gewachsen. Durch das geöffnete Fenster schallt ein elektronischer Chartstürmer über den Hof und ich weiß genau, wie sich die Tanztherapeutin gerade dazu bewegt, mit ausgebreiteten Armen nämlich und auf Socken. In der Gruppenmusik schlägt jemand knapp neben das Xylophon. Zum Abendessen gibt es zwei Sorten Brot. Ab und an brechen die Beine eines Plastikstuhls. Jemand muss pusten und dann nach Hause fahren. Es gibt immer genug Taschentücher. Meine Therapeutin schaut mich an. "I lost it.", sage ich und zucke mit den Schultern. "And you found it again.", sagt meine Therapeutin und lässt die Schultern da, wo sie sind. #update#beautyfarmstories#abouttoday#theendisinsight#hospitaldiary#igersgermany#diewocheaufinstagram#vsco#vscocam