Stop the ride I want to get off...

Thursday, January 03, 2013

My little brother...

Hi anyone still listening... This is me and my little brother, I watched him being born over 30years ago... now look at him. Hadn't seem him in about four years, as he has been working abroad, finally persuaded him to come visit and fed him well. I think the smile on my face says it all... As you can see I have survived the surgery, chemo and did go to Florida. Am hoping to get back into writing this year and this blog will be key.. so watch this space, and if nothing happens please nag me. Love Noonie

Monday, March 26, 2012

And so it begins again...

Everytime someone has asked me over the last eight years "All Clear?" I've replied "Nope, you don't get an Al Clear with breast cancer." and they have for the most part looked at me and shook their heads and scolded me, in a nice way, for being negative. But it's not negative it is a reality about Breast Cancer, it comes back... with a vengeance sometimes.

This is why my Consultant never signs off a young survivor until her regular mammograms kick in. Thank the gods... every single one any of you believe in and then some. I rolled upto my check up in January on my own, expecting the usual, brilliant off you go.... Mammogarm no worries into the ultrasound and screech.. Ultrasound Consultant says "I should warn you there's something there. It's very small." I'm still not worried, "But it's probably nothing hey?" I ask and he shakes his head "No it's a tumour." My response was of the four letter kind, which he agreed was an appropriate response.

And so the rollercoaster began again. The lump was 8mm, even my surgeon couldn't feel it it was so small. But I was booked in for CT scan, bone scan and blood tests. My breast care nurse/advocate is fantastic she managed to get results in fast and within a week we knew that it had not spread anywhere, I'd had the biopsy. That#'s a fun tale for another day and we knew it was cancer. I've always said the worst part is the not knowing...

On that first day I instantly stated that I wanted double mastectomy and the surgeon said it was the best thing I could do as long as I agreed to reconstruction at the same time.

So here I sit three weeks after the surgery. I'm sore, I feel like a victorian woman in the tightest corset... but I tell you what I have a tiny stomach, and matching boobs. I went for the pedicled tram flap which you can google if you want to know.I'm looking at starting chemo for the second time on 16th April, but only if I feel ready. Then I've got six lots of chemo over the next 15 odd weeks, blood counts permitting. Yes I'll be bald again, no I WILL NOT gain a tonne of weight again... I refuse I'm not ruining this fantastic work my plastic surgeon has done. And when it's all over I'm going to Disneyworld and Harry Potter World in Florida dammit!

Cancer you're not winning again... bugger off!

Saturday, December 04, 2010


for lack of posts and if anyone saw that awful comment that slipped passed the spam checks... have had to turn on word verification which I hate.. but really the comment was disgusting.

Will be back to posting as soon as I get my Christmas Tree up... first have to persuade men in house to get it out of the attic first.... or drop it down a branch at a time.........

Sunday, November 07, 2010

Something I hope to do in my life...

Oh this one was so easy... one day I hope to hold my daughter's child. Shh I didn't say that out loud... don't tempt the jinxes.

But when you've had a daughter go through chemo, radiotherapy and you watch her grow up into this beautiful girl you do wait with almost baited breath. We know there is a chance she might not be able to have babies. But we've asked enough of her Docs to know that it's only a chance. Let's get this in focus, when she was ill there were often chances she wouldn't live. She is still here today.

In the end, you just have to live for the moment. We've discussed it, the Doctors and I have emphasised that while her chances of conceiving are less than most, it is only really the length of her fertile years that we hope has been affected. So she needs to start early... "Only not too early, I don't want to see you in here pregnant at 15" one Doc said to her. I almost got whiplash nodding that day.

We don't know if any of the drugs she had might have damaged her eggs genetically. But again that's luck of the draw and hasn't she shown us what she thinks of luck of the draw?

So yes, I'm waiting for that day and I will sob buckets of joy, tears escape now, tears of pent up fears I suppose. But if we end up having to support her through adoption there will be the same tears of joy for that baby too. I just hope she has an easier ride of it than I did.

I hope to hold my daughter's child in my arms one day.

Thursday, November 04, 2010

Something I have to forgive someone for...

Hmm semantics are definitely at play in this one...

Something I HAVE to forgive someone for...

There are lots of things I could forgive various people for, my hubby says I'm like an elephant I never forget and unfortunately I can bear a grudge for a very long time. But something I HAVE to forgive...

I honestly can't think of anything bad enough to need me to forgive someone, and I don't bear a grudge maliciously ... much. Then there are things that are bad.. see previous days meme. But honestly I refuse to forgive anyone for those events. Maybe one day but not yet... I haven't finished resenting them. I'm not that big a person, maybe I should be... I guess all this material would be brilliant for some therapist out there. Fortunately finding a therapist in the UK is difficult. I know I tried last year and then decided I'd rather be depressed and messed up.It was entirely too much effort.

So no I do not have anything that I have to forgive someone for, not at this point in my life... move along there nothing to see today.

Wednesday, November 03, 2010

Something I have to forgive myself for...

This one is easy... not being their the day my mum's boyfriend tried to kill her. Even today I still feel guilty about this. I was only ten years old but I knew that if I left her alone he would do something. I had been dashing down the stairs to stop him beating her every night from when I was seven. Yet still she continued to live with him.

A friend of mum's had invited me to go with her and another girl to visit London and see the Natural History Museum. I loved that day, I still remember it, there was a fantastic exhibition on about bugs. With this interactive part on the life cycle of ladybugs and greenfly and how they were related. How weird is this that I remember that so vividly.

While I was out he came in, asked my little sister to go out and play. Now the important thing here is lil sis slept like a log at night, mum could vacuum her room and she wouldn't wake so she knew nothing of what went on late each night. So she went off out to play.

Fortunately for mum while she was out she suddenly felt she should go home. When she got there the boyfriend was throttling my mum. Even more fortunate was it that whenever one of us girls appeared he stopped the evilness and tried to act normal. Even now this creeps me out.

I got home, but was not taken home, after some whispered conversations between the adults I was taken to my Uncle's house where my mum was. She came upstairs and told me exactly what had happened while I was gone... why did she do this? As a grown up writing this out I really do wonder what on earth was she thinking... I suppose she wasn't really.

Why wasn't he arrested and charged? The bruises on mum's neck were there for weeks. We spent one night there and then we were shipped off to our dad's for the week. I don't know what he did and did't know. But everyone just pretended like it didn't happen... that was a crap day but it was only the beginning of complete and utter madness as this man went completely loopy. He had finally been kicked out, but he would come back and break in. I'd wake up with him sitting in my bedroom. Mum had me sleep in with her so he couldn't surprise us. Or kill her I suppose...

All the time my mum talked to me about this like I was a fellow adult. I am completely befuddled by this now. Yet, she will not talk about it now, when I tried once as an adult to talk about it she didn't want to, she denied it was that bad. Mum, dialling 999 and huddling in the living room waiting for the police to come while the man beats on the front door yelling obscenities was bad.

I still get scared when people shout, especially men. I still feel guilty that I wasn't there that day, I knew that if I had been he would never have gone that far. I would not have left the house. But I had never been taken out for the day since as far back as I could remember. The fact that I remember this so well tells you how humungous this day out was to me. So here I am putting this down in words... and you know what why should I as a ten year old have felt bad about being taken out for the day with friends? Why should I have felt my main purpose in life was to protect my mum? Shouldn't a ten year old expect her mum to protect her, from the horrors that were happening? Didn't I deserve a childhood?

So yes I should forgive myself... she didn't die, he did finally get help and it was NOT my fault. Sad thing is... I'm still not believing myself.. not yet.

Tuesday, November 02, 2010

Something I love about myself...

Tough day to answer this one, as I completely forgot that before I went out for my meeting last night I had downed a large mug of coffee and then at the end of the meeting someone bought me a coke. 3.30am I suddenly realised why I couldn't get to sleep. Finally fell asleep at 4,.30am only to be woken by Jinx ( my dog) at 5.10am growling in the kitchen with the odd Wuuff. Went down to get him, he settled down on the floor in the spare room where I was "sleeping" so as not to disturb hubby. Fell back to sleep 5.40ish he wakes me up desperate to go out. Chased off any foxes, I didn't hear any, pottered about while I leant against the patio door waiting.

I'm seriously not feeling the love today, depression really kicks in when you've not gotten any sleep, then woke and weighed in to find that after a week of being really really good and swimming three times, I'd not lost an ounce! Even if I moved the scales about the floor a bit. We'll ignore the point where they claimed I weighed more.

Headed out to meet friend and pigged out all day, depression can do that to a girl.

So what do I love about myself? I like my eyes, although since the hysterectomy they don't change colour as much. I like that when I am given a challenge I rise up and get on with it. I like that I always try to help a friend in need, in any way I can. I like that in an emergency I can pull it together and be useful. But what do I LOVE about myself?

Suddenly the first meme seems so much easier... I honestly don't think I LOVE anything about myself right now. Ask me in the Spring...

Monday, November 01, 2010

Something I hate about myself...

I hate a lot of things about myself. I hate that I fall into the depths of despondency as the dark days set in, I that I have to sit with a light box every day or slip into the depths. I hate the weird moods I get in when the depths are threatening. I hate the paranoia that also comes with it.

But then is that about myself of about the depression that I suffer from? So I don't hate that about myself but hate what it does to me. The depression comes with the dark days so I can blame the dark days for causing the depression and hate the dark days not myself. Hmmm

I hate that I work best to deadlines. Give me something to do with no end date and I will never get around to it. I will procrastinate my way out of doing it. Give me something to do and say I need it tomorrow and I will produce my best work and on time no matter what it takes.

I hate that I am so insecure, I am so ready to believe that someone does not like me. It makes me keep myself to myself, if I didn't force myself to go out and contact folks I would easily tuck myself away in the house and never leave. Yes, this is what I hate about myself... my insecurities.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

And starting again...

A few friends here in bloggerland are struggling to write like I've been and one of them Angi found this meme... so I'm aiming to do this one day a week for the whole of November. I also signed up for Nanowrimo... we'll see where this goes...

Here is the list in case you might want to do the same...

Day 1- Something you hate about yourself
Day 2- Something you love about yourself
Day 3- Something you have to forgive yourself for
Day 4- Something you have to forgive someone for
Day 5- Something you hope to do in your life
Day 6- Something you hope to never have to do
Day 7- Someone who has made your life worth living
Day 8- Someone who has made your life a living hell or treated you badly
Day 9- Someone you didn't want to let go but drifted from
Day 10- Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn't know
Day 11- Something people seem to compliment you on the most
Day 12- Something you never get compliments on
Day 13- A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough days (write a letter)
Day 14- A hero that has let you down (write a letter)
Day 15- Something or someone you couldn't live without, because you've tried living without
Day 16- Something or someone you could definitely live without
Day 17- A book you've read that changed your views on something
Day 18- Your views on gay marriage
Day 19- What do you think of religion or what do you think of politics?
Day 20- Your views on drugs and alcohol
Day 21- (senerio) Your best friend got into a car accident and you got into an argument just an hour before. What do you do?
Day 22- Something you wish you hadn't done in your life
Day 23- Something you wish you had done in your life
Day 24- Make a playlist to someone and explain why you chose the titles. (post the titles, artist and letter to that person)
Day 25- The reason you believe you are still alive today
Day 26- Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, why? When?
Day 27- The best thing going for you right now
Day 28- What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?
Day 29- Something you hope to change about yourself and why
Day 30- A letter to yourself. Tell yourself everything you love about you!

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Wedding Anniversary...

Today Paul and I have been married for 18 years. It really doesn't seem that long, and it's had its ups and downs. But I think we'll be aiming for another 18 years.

We went out with the kids to a nice Pub Restaurant for lunch. We've come a long way since lunch out with the kids used to involve taking it in turns to go for a walk with them. Now they are both good company, helped us to demolish a bottle of wine and had their dad in tears as they did their usual comic sketch routines.

I hope in 18 years time we will do the same but sat with us will be their spouses/partners and hopefully some grandkids too.

Sunday, May 09, 2010

Monday, April 12, 2010

Do I feel foolish...

Put my back out pushing shopping trolley round the supermarket Easter Weekend. Had to wait for weekend to be over to call Osteopath, many painkillers later I went to see Claire... miracle worker, I won't say I skipped home but I could tell she had fixed the problem and once the various bones etc had found their right places it would be good.

I decided to go fetch something from the top floor... on the way down the stairs I slipped... four steps later and a loud scream I am on the floor at the bottom of the stairs being helped by one large black labrador... Jinx french kisses from someone who licks his nether regions is not helpful... two teenage kids... now I know they care... and I realise that the thing that is hurting most is my little toe.

I realised that as I slid to a halt at the bottom of the stairs my toe had impacted, with all my weight behind it, into the door frame. Son took off my sock and I examined the toe, it appeared to now be made of jelly (jell-0) much to my horror. Amy and George got me downstairs and Amy taped the toe to the other one.

So much for the trip to the osteopath, I ache all over and my toe is now developing the most awesome of bruises. I can walk on it, but not for long. I want to go swimming but am nervous about the effect of this on toe.

I guess I need to rebook to see Claire at least someone is getting something out of this.

For my next trick...

Sunday, February 07, 2010

Retail therapy and friends...

I am sitting here chilling after a great weekend. My best friend came to stay, we went shopping, didn't buy much. Ok so I bought a new laptop but that has been on the shopping list for months, been looking for just the right machine at the right price. My current machine was bought back when I was diagnosed and is finally on it's last legs. So much so that I have actually backed up and will do so tomorrow just to be on the safe side.

But it was just nice to potter about the shops, stop for coffee, potter some more, try on mega expensive clothes in boutique clothes shops, because I can! Was so funny though, the shop assistants were passing in tops, "Try this." "This is gorgeous."

Well you try them on, and step out, Simon is like "Oh yes that's nice, like that. No not that." go back behind curtain take off top, hang back on hanger and nearly pass out at price tag..........

One top was £230... who buys a casual top for £230? I almost texted Simon from the changing room to say "Dis the top quick... " but managed to escape without anything. Needed coffee after to recover mind. I could understand maybe for something really really classy for a very special occasion... but this was just not that kind of top. How the wealthy live... might as well sit outside the shop and just burn money.

Still it was fun trying them on, but I don't think that even if I won the lottery I could have brought myself to waste money like that. I'd rather send a donation to charity.

We also had an evening at friends, with all the kids, played the biggest game of Perudo, Indian takeaway and a snuggle with my friends' cat Coco. Coco has just been diagnosed with cancer, so I had a chat with him about joining the club. We compared notes, he played chase the toy with me and we had a cuddle. I hope this is one of those really slow growing old age ones, I've known Coco since he was a kitten. I rescued him and his brother out of a tree.

Yet again the Big C raises it's ugly head...

PS Nine people playing Perudo = 2hour long game.


Monday, February 01, 2010

Really, I don't feel well...

I've been battling some kind of infection in my chest since New Year's Eve. Antibiotics got the worst of it, but the cough just would not shift. Finally sorted myself out to see the Doc I really get on with and after two visits he diagnosed bronchitis, gave me an inhaler and some steroids and sent me off for a chest X ray.

It seems that maybe my mum's years of chain smoking around us as children have paid off, lung damage... thanks Mum.

My son has been in stitches watching me try to use the inhaler, I just could not coordinate breathing in, squirting the inhaler and keeping my tongue out of the way. He described it as like watching a cartoon, as my eyes would suddenly bulge in shock and then I would madly lick at my arm trying to remove the vile taste. I quickly went and bought myself a spacer and solved that problem. I don't like the way the stuff makes me feel so jittery, but I have to admit breathing is kind of fun. Funny what you miss when you haven't been doing it so well.

The steroids were another thing, why anyone would take this for any reason other than medical is beyond me. My chest X ray was clear, and now I'm just trying to let my poor lungs repair themselves from about a month of dry coughing.

Finally felt well enough to pack up the Christmas Decs into their storage boxes and heave them up into the attic. A friend came round to help and it feels like a huge nagging beast has been chased away. I had moved everything into one room and the garage but still every time I saw them sat there I realised it was getting closer to Feb. Anyone else still not put there's away yet?

I've also been clearing through stuff in this house, we moved in three years ago and finally I have pushed myself to go through some of the bits and bobs that never found a home. Some would say, just throw it out, you didn't need it. But I found some stuff I've been hunting for since the darn move.

Jinx had his 5th birthday on Jan 23rd, I cannot believe he's five. He is currently snoring away in his basket, much more laid back these days but still the best decision I ever made.

I am going to try and just write a little each time I log onto the internet... I'm not going to worry about what I should write, why I should write... just ramble and see if that gets me back to blogging. I have been enjoying reading everyone's blogs but it's time to get back in the saddle.

Sorry if this was a bit of a nightmare round robin letter type post... I hope to improve.


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Thursday, August 06, 2009

Why don't I write?

I have been trying to work out why I never post here anymore. It took me a while but finally I figured it out. I got lost, I started to read lots of different blogs, quite a few were knitting ones. I felt I should put some of my knitting here and then whumpf... my blog writing dried up.

That wasn't why I set up a blog. I set up my blog to tell a story and I guess it may be time to get back to that one. I'm going to tidy up around here and see if I can't find my way back to writing again.

Bear in mind, it's school holidays, I just dug up 40lbs of potatoes from the garden and last time I said this another year went by. But cross everything. By the way, does anyone have any good recipes for potatoes? Or ways to store them...

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Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Pardon me for being dense...

but how is it us ordinary folks are having to come up with the cash to bolster the banking system, when it's not our fault? I mean, if anyone should be being handed the bill shouldn't it be the idiots in the banking system who got themselves into this mess. Didn't those folks during the build up to this take enormous bonuses, invest in large houses, holiday homes, boats, shares etc?

Why aren't they being made to give back some of this stolen money? That is what it is, stolen money, they tricked ordinary hard working folks into digging themselves into so much debt that the system couldn't cope anymore.

Do you remember the days when people talked about their bank manager with respect? It was considered an important event when you went to see the bank manager. Now if you book an appointment at the bank for some advice and help you get handed over to some marketing person.

I have a tale to tell about that... I'm saving it for another day, but a word of warning don't let your kids go talk to the bank about setting up their grown up accounts without you. From what I've seen banks are no longer respectable, they are filled with dangerous marketing sharks out to fleece the customers. Apologies to the few honourable bankers still out that, I have a few friends in the business who are not like that.

So when are the governments going to put someone up on trial for this mess? Someone needs to be held responsible, someone decided that getting rich quick using the earnings of hard working decent people was ok.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Statutes of limitation...

Do they ever apply to household incidents? I wish they did, when we first moved into this house I set about turning this show home into a home. So out I went and bought some extra furniture, which of course meant my trusty rechargeable screwdriver was out and about. Somehow between moving in and just after Christmas the charger plug vanished.

Over the last two years I've been on the look out for it. Even to the point where I scoured the house for any unattached black charger plugs, gathered them all on a large table in the garage and played match the plug to the device. Nothing, nada, nil. I gave up and tossed all the orphaned plugs into the box and left them. I have my suspicions, I live with a man who likes to tidy... only he doesn't tidy he piles, or he dumps stuff into the garage. Not where it should go, not in a tool box, no he just dumps as near to the door as he can.

So when he bursts through the bedroom door today - I'm in bed with a really bad cold - he's all holier than thou about the charger for the electric screwdriver. Trust me, I am almost 100% sure that he instigated its loss. No doubt he threw it into the garage along with some other tools he was gathering up and now of course it's all my fault.

Why does he need the screwdriver.... why is he so sensitive about it all... because he decided to have a tidy up, after ranting about the mess, no consideration for the fact I've felt like shit and been dragging myself out of bed just to get kids to school and home and fed... All week he's been out late at work for dinners, while the house has got messier. In his mad tidy up he hung every coat, seater, etc he could find on the coat rack on the wall in the hall. We have plasterboard walls... the whole thing fell down and of course we are all bearing the brunt of his embarrassment, I now sit here in fear listening to him hammering at the wall. Does anyone know the name of a good plasterer?

What he still hasn't seen is that if he'd just handed the kids all their many items of clothing to put away this would not have happened...

Excuse me while I go and scream.. oh wiat I can't my throat hurts too much.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Map or instinct ...

You decide. But consider this, hubby and I went to find a foodstore, we finally found one and did our shopping. Getting to the shop had not been simple, I think we went around the whole town once and we weren't entirely sure how to get back to the cottage and the kids.

I pulled out the map, hubby laughed, "We'll figure it out he says, look up there, autres directions, simple." Famous last words, I wondered if I'd see the kids again, memories of our last trip to France flash before me. I was clutching a map then when we attempted to leave Amiens, the city with no exits.

We reach the first junction, "Rochefort! We passes there on the way." This man is highly intelligent yet missed the mistake in his logic, I did try to explain, even pointed at the map. Fellow females you needn't read anymore you know this tale. We drive off fast down this road which I've just managed to identify on the map.

There is one exit in less than half a mile and then none for a very long time, almost all the way to Rochefort, our village is in the opposite direction. I managed to convince him barely in time to exit. He is making jokes and again chooses a direction with instinct just as I point the other way. Insults are exchanged and as signs show I might be right finally he pulls over and I demonstrate that I can still read a map. We turn around and set off...

We do this a few times and finally, bless him, he realises that when in the middle of French countryside you follow the map. We made it back via the scenic route, I've seen it now can we leave it.

By the way how is it the same make of Brie tastes sooooo much better here?

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Sunday, August 24, 2008


It always amazes me how old religious sites keep their sense of peace. We are staying at a converted monastery and for the first time in a long time hubby had lie in this morning.

I felt relaxed as soon as we arrived, maybe there is an aura or maybe it's being in the middle of nowhere, but I love it all it lacks is the sea.

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Monday, September 03, 2007

summer's been busy, and wet...

I just spent the weekend in my home town as it was my sister's wedding. Spent the week before manically baking and icing cakes but I managed it and the results were good and appreciated. Then took my mum and brother to the zoo for the day on the Sunday. That was nice too as spending time with my mum is a nightmare as she smokes like a chimney, at least at the zoo we were all outside so there is plenty of fresh air.

Today is last day of the Summer holidays, tomorrow George has to go into school for an hour and a half to see what its like, he starts senior school this year. My baby is eleven and all growed up.. well kind of. Amy was thirteen... I repeat THIRTEEN on Friday. This is not possible, I cannot be the mother of a teenager. Although she's been acting like on for years. We went to see sing-along-a-sound of music with some friends, all dressed up it was brilliant.

Today I plan to clean the house from top to bottom while George is out at a friends. Amy has begged to go out for the day tomorrow, so I have said only if she helps me all day today. Ahh blackmail and bribery the essentials of modern parenting. if all we achieve is to get everything back into it's rightful place it will be a miracle. Wish me luck....

Sunday, March 25, 2007

noonie's back...

I am so sorry, life just got so hectic. After the skydive we went straight into buying and moving house in less than six weeks. I have a beautiful new house, away from all the old memories. Hubby had been pushing for a move for the last few years but I didn't want to leave my support network behind. Admittedly they are only down the road, but it's not the same as them being next door.

Finally this Summer I realised that I was ready to move forwards. So I started looking, this brand new build house turned up and I fell in love. Mainly with the kitchen, it is a kitchen that just makes you want to cook. Kids and I made mince pies, cookies etc for Christmas. We haven't done that in a long time.

My final total fundraising, after the Gala Dinner I was asked to organise a raffle for was £10,000 for Cancerbackup. I was so proud of myself. I am now fundraising for Cancer Research. Though how you top a tandem skydive I don't know.

I've been trying to work out why I have found it so hard to sit down and blog these passed few months. Finally I realised that I was worrying about boring the non knitters with knitting posts and the knitters with non knitting posts. So this afternoon I have made a decision, you can all work the scroll button, so I'll jsut post what I need to and let you decide if you need to read it or not.

I am trying to get some order back into my life. Wait, no, not order routine. I need routines, I can so easily waste a day, a week, even a month without even noticing it passing. I don't like this about myself. I need to learn to have some self discipline and knuckle down to the jobs. I have some big ideas for running my own small business but at this rate I'll have retired before I've started, or someone else will beat me to it.

How do other people manage to blog everyday? Do they have a timetable, a list of topics? What about getting anything done if you're a stay at home mum like me? It's so easy to get home from school drop off and just sit in front of the TV. Tips, hints and naggings all gratefully recieved...

Sunday, November 19, 2006

I can fly...

Saturday Nov 4th I looked out and saw that the weather was great, today was the day. We jumped int he car... well crawled it was 7am and headed for McDonalds for breakfast then drove down to the airfield. RAF Weston on the Green in Oxfordshire isn't that far away but the journey took about an hour. Was I nervous? Nope just very excited, hubby, daughter and our babysitter came with me. George stayed at home didn't want to help scrape me off the ground.

So after a talk on safety and technique.. dangle don't mess with the equipment seemed the general gist. We then had the more important talk, how to look good on your DVD! I was relieved they had their priorities this way round. WE then had about an hours wait while I practiced my poses for the DVD and my daughter seemed to get more and more hyper. She was definitely worried, but also excited and wanting me to get on with it....

So here's what happened...

One step beyond... Posted by PicasaPhoto by Dave Francis

I'm flying Posted by Picasa Photo by Dave Francis

Beautiful day for flying... Posted by PicasaPhoto by Dave Francis

Nearly down.... Posted by PicasaPhoto by Dave Francis

I did it!!! Posted by PicasaPhoto by Dave Francis

I cannot recommend the experience enough, when I can figure out how to get the DVD online somehow I will... Many thanks to Loz Cross my Tandem Master and Dave Francis for great photos, brilliant DVD and reminding me to wave and breathe.

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Wednesday, November 01, 2006

noonie's leap

Saturday November 2nd, I will again attempt to make my tandem skydive for Cancerbackup I would really love to reach my target of £2000, better still would be to find enough generous pockets to make it to £3000. Go on, it's a great cause and you've just spent the last month hearing about Breast Cancer and how it affects lives.

For those who missed in comments...

"didn't get to jump, due to low flying clouds..

hopefully will fly in Oct. Has to be on a Saturday as the base is military during the week.
noonie | Homepage | 09.17.06 - 11:10 pm"

Friday, September 15, 2006

final countdown...

At 8am BST I have to be at the airfield for my Tandem Skydive. We get thirty minutes of instruction, which I suspect consists of "Don't touch anything, do as you're told and have fun." Depending on the weather and how many of us are jumping I then wait around to make the jump.

I'm hoping that my partner will be good at this stuff,and smell sweet. My friends have been saying that they hope it's a he and he is hunky. Personally I just want someone who will make me feel confident and keep me distracted.

I'm not nervous tonight, excited a little hyper but not nervous. I think I'm not nervous because I cannot even imagine what this experience is going to be like and I welcome that. Finding out my daughter had cancer was an experience I never expected to have and was outside my comfort zone, as was my own cancer. But this will be a positive experience, even if I beg, scream and wail at the last minute. If it's anything like when I abseiled the first time, I'll lose it at the top and be dashing back to try again at the bottom.

The link to sponsor me is here

I'm almost at £2000 please help me take it over that,

hugs to you all


Tuesday, September 05, 2006

schools open...


It's been a long haul, these last few days have been so hectic. Where are your trainers? What did you do with the new shirts? Why is your new blazer stuffed under your bed?

My poor house, where once there were clear surfaces there are now piles... piles of books, magazines, paper... what is it with kids and torn up paper? All my usual projects are piled up around the place, I think I need to sign back up with the FLylady. Fortunately I have an incentive, my friend is coming to stay and in order to find him a bed in the spare room, some major clearing is required.

I've also got to settle down and start mailing out to local schools so that I can sell jewellry at the Christmas Fairs.

Then there is the International Scarf Exchange, have to decide what to knit for my pal. Need to find out who they are too, I need to trawl my junk mail files in case the email is hiding.

Of course all of this is to take my mind off something very special...

Saturday 16th September 2006 I shall be jumping out of a plane at 10,000 feet, strapped to an expert... I hope... all for charity.

I have set myself a goal, to raise £10,000 in a year for Cancerbackup. This charity is amazing, they were my main source of information written in understandable language. They have a 24hour helpline to call and sometimes it's easy to forget how important it is to support the charities that support the people who have, think they have or have a relative with cancer. Cancerbackup is available to anyone who has the internet. Nearly all the leaflets I found useful that were handed out at hospital were written by them. If you want to see the site go here...

If you would like to support my Leap please visit my page for donations. This is a clever system that means I don't have to collect in money from folks far afield and my friends all over the world can support me.

I'd really like to reach at least £2000 before I leap.

Find me at Noonie's Leap

Thanking you all in advance and hoping you'll pass this on...

Friday, August 04, 2006

parents 0 kids 3...

Still alive, as are both my kids so far so good with this school holiday. Was helped by the heatwave breaking for a week and the kids going for skiing lessons at the Snowdome. A heavenly place where they have snow indoors in the middle of a heatwave. Picture this, all the parents out onthe balcony of the bar shivering and saying "Isn't it great?"

Skiing actually looks fun, I never thought it would be but now with some nagging from Amy and George I am considering trying it. After the equivalent of four lessons they are now free to ski when they want at the slope without supervision. They were skiing down fromt he top of the slope and loving it. You never know maybe I have produced the next Eddie the Eagle. Although my children are better looking.

I have been busy trying to keep the children busy. So far so good, sibling warfare has been kept down to a low hum, mainly just low grade niggling at each other. We've been walking lots, swimming, seen a few films, many thanks for Grandpa for helping to pay for that. One more week and then we head back to Norfolk with Jinx. Which reminds me I must ring the place and check my booking is ok as I had ticked the box to send a cheque and forgot, but can probably show up with cash.

I am completely exhausted but holding out for the week in Cornwall when Dad gets the week off and the kids are officially his. I have already informed him of this. I think he thinks I'm joking. So just in case I have also booked a trip to Chicago to meet up with friends, chill out and generally pretend I'm not a mum for a few days. Only a long weekend but enough to just find myself again.

There are times I wish we could live in the US again. There are many good things about living over there, not just the shopping and food. But then I remember the local news in Houston, and stuff I hear about raising kids and I figure staying here is perhaps a better idea. Not because here is better, but I understand the systems here and how life works better so I can protect us from the dangers. I wouldn't be as confident in another country.

Friday, July 21, 2006

help, I'm melting...

Back and had a great time. My sister is a wise soul and owns this tiny static caravan in Norfolk. We had a ball, although did have to be really careful about not making any major messes, youknow how sisters can be. We have rebooked to return in August in one of the bungalows on the same site, will take the dog and spend time with sis and her three kids.

The weather has been glorious, but now it's just too hot. We have had constant 30 degree heat, I have no idea what that is in farenheit but in celsius it's a killer. Bear in mind we just aren't used to heat and so are not set up for it. Air conditioning in domestic houses is a rare thing, although the portable units are finally becoming cheap enough to invest in if needed. We could not get the upstairs cool by any of the usual methods, those being fans, windows open, windows closed, curtains shut, forcing the kids to fan us constantly. I mean what is wrong with this country it used to work. So now we have a very noisy, probably very overpriced unit that has to stick a hose out the window, but it has made sleep a possibility.

I warn you now, all you women who haven't yet reached the menopause, hot flushes and hot weather are an evil combination. Finally today it was cool enough to take the dogs for a walk in the woods, where the thick canopy of leaves was keeping cool air trapped, the dogs were in doggie heaven sniffing and hunting and just running about. This afternoon the kids and I headed to the pool and cooled off. Today I feel almost human, although just a couple of cool nights would be good. Don't get me wrong I love having nice weather, but my poor garden is dying, my veggies are doing great and my nerves are teetering between murder and insanity.

We have just under seven weeks of school holiday to go, so far so good the kids are both alive and well. But it's been too hot to turn on the puter, too hot to send them outside and why do kids need the TV on at three times the normal volume? Are they worried I might be missing out?

ttylater I have to go figure out what we can eat that doesn't make us all feel sick just thinking about making it.

Monday, July 10, 2006


Am off to Norfolk with the kids for a week, see you all soon, will get back into blogging on my return.

Hugs to all

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

ok, every one can breathe now...

Had my scan result, no cancer! YAYYY!!! No idea why hand is numb so MRI on Friday morning, will be in touch soon, am busy making jewelrry as I have been to my first school summer fair and did quite well, another one this Saturday. Tell you more after that, kids finish school on Friday... AGGGGGGGGHHHH!

Monday, June 12, 2006

numb fingers....

Sorry to not have posted in a while, have been enjoying the weather, sunshine is not to be sniffed at. Finally got the patio half cleaned, enough to set out the table and chairs. Now if I can just get the mould off the BBQ... I always mean to clean if at the end of Summer, then come Spring I am cursing myself. I think we need a new one this year mind, the burners are looking very rusty and just a little unsafe.

My garden is blooming, and full of vegetables. I have photos to show but cannot find the camera, it got tidied during unpacking. Mission for tomorrow. I have been spending evenings when it is cooler pottering in my greenhouse, have already harvested four courgettes (zucchini) and have tomotoes forming. Am also looking forwards to harvesting the first potatoes.

The children have only four more weeks of school then they have holidays until Sept. I am taking them to stay at my sister's caravan the first week, provided I am well. The caravan is right by the sea, just a few sand dunes to get over to go to the beach. Unfortunately Jinx is not allowed to come with us.

This weekend is a terrifying first... friends are holding a large family party and have asked families to bring a tent and camp inthe garden. So we have bought a tent and the kids are insisting we should go camping during the holidays. Help me!!! did I mention there will be fireworks at this party, I hope our tent survives.

I am in the middle of a medical flap. I returned fromholiday and had lost sensation in my right hand, my right foot is a little numb and my left hand comes and goes. I had been told I had Carpal Tunnel by a Doctor, but went to see my Osteopath who said nope not Carpal but soemthing isn't right. Then while I was away on holiday and not knitting, beading or using the computer it got worse. On the drive home even more so. I went that night to see my specialist and he tutted and said C3 and sent me to get my neck x-rayed. Turns out three vertebrae are closing up. This could be a. whiplash injury I didn't realise I got, b. arthritis or C yeah that C cancer back. So they are pulling my total body scan forward a month, and then will do MRI. Fingers crossed everyone... wish they'd hurry up and send me the appointment, I know there is only one scanner in the region as it is a brand new process.

It's a weird life I live in these days... arthritis or Cancer? Hmm I'll take arthritis for ten please... I'm fine, just have to laugh, nothing I can do about it right now, worrying will only make it worse. Most of the time I'm fine, I did have a little scared cry today. But then I cheered myself up by doing this...

I opened the big parcel my Secret Pal had sent me. She has been an absolute angel and I have been utterly useless at posting on here. Yet she got me pegged down to a t. The package contained cotton yarn in bright yellow, my favourite colour I am probably going to make myself a wrap with it I xsaw a pattern in Knitty for one that I liked. She also sent me lots of toher bits and bobs that I will list in detail tomorrow with a phot as I will find the darn camera. Before the big parcel there has been cards, notes, CHOCOLATe... a cute book, I think there was something esle but my chemo brain is struggling to recall. I kow every little thing that has arrived has made me smile. I saved the big parcel for four days before opening it as I just enjoyed looking at all the little parcels wrapped up.

That's what I love about Secret Pal you get to have Christmas all year. I am working on a parcel for my own spoilee, am hoping I can make it as wonderful as the one I have recieved.

Anyways I need to go knock back some drugs, remember at school when we sat throuigh all those lessons, Just say no to drugs... ROTFL I wish I could.

Will try very hard to post again tomorrow, love to you all, those that are still reading...