Four years ago today, I took my mom to the Sunnybrook Hospital emergency room for what I suspected was a stroke.
It turned out, she had a stroke, likely as a complication of Stage IV #OvarianCancer. Two major debulking surgeries, bilateral nephrostomy bags inserted and removed, put into palliative care, removed from palliative care, no chemo, over a month of radiation treatments and one recurrence later, she’s still with us. Continue reading “Four years ago today… #LadyBalls”→
Anyway, I subscribe to a streaming service these days so, I decided to shuffle the last playlist I listened to. And sorry but, I’m not gonna explain their meaning to me. Some of them mean something — others, I just happened to be listening to. Lol.
That’s What I Like by Bruno Mars
Same Old Love by Selena Gomez
Lost+ (with Jay-Z) by Coldplay
Just a Fool (with Blake Shelton) by Christina Aguilera
Burn by Ellie Goulding
I Don’t Wanna Live Forever (with Taylor Swift) by ZAYN
Stay by Rihanna
Cheap Thrills by Sia
Chandelier by Sia
This is What You Came For (featuring Rihanna) by Calvin Harris
PS: This journal prompt makes me feel like I’m a teenager again. I feel like I’ve just gone back a decade-and-half in maturity.
Wow. That’s a deep one given our current situation but OK. Challenge accepted. I’ll try not to tear up while I write this. Let’s move it up a couple of days to Sunday, May 13, 2018: Mother’s Day.
I will wake up in the morning. Hopefully, I slept in — even if it’s for only 30 minutes.
Jason and Alanna have probably snuck out of the house to go buy me a pack of Kit-Kats (Alanna seems to think this is my favourite chocolate — it’s actually Twix but hey, I’ll eat any brand of chocolate — LOL!) and a pot of pink phalaenopsis orchids. Jason’s probably left me a cheesy greeting card.
Being Torontonians in the Cleveland area during the Spring sports season it’s pretty interesting. Lol!
From GoFundMe: Gonna try and keep this short and sweet. 🙂
When Jason was admitted, he was admitted to the first available bed, which wasn’t the unit he was meant to stay in. We had set up all these medical appointments with the VA but unfortunately, he was moved and all the proper paperwork was not put through so, his medical appointments got postponed.
Anyway, he was finally properly assessed and cleared to go to his appointments on Friday. They decided to kill two birds with one stone and expedited him to Level 2 (since the forensic team was coming out to clear him to go to medical appointments, they decided to do the level 2 assessment, also). The paperwork isn’t written up yet but, we’re told he got the thumbs up.
Even though Jump Rope for Heart is focused on encouraging kids to get active, it’s a Heart & Stroke Foundation initiative — an organization that was close to my grandpa’s heart.
Heart & Stroke first entered my grandpa’s life when his eldest daughter was born prematurely. I don’t think he ever realized that they would be a part of his life when he suffered a massive stroke in 2012. While he was in hospital in a coma for 8 months, my grandma (his wife), also had multiple strokes and once again, Heart & Stroke came back into our lives. My stepdad passed away in August 2013 but every year, I jump rope in his memory.
Last year, I raised $260, that was $110 more than my goal of $150. I know our deadline is less than 2 weeks away, but I’m hoping to surpass what I raised last year. Help me by making a donation today!
Every seven minutes in Canada, heart disease or stroke takes another life. And another 1.6 million survivors are living with the effects of these devastating diseases. With your help, we’re that much closer to living lives free of heart disease and stroke.
Please help me reach my fundraising goal by making a donation to my personal fundraising page today.
Together, we can make tomorrow healthier for the world.
Disclaimer: I’ve forgiven my dad. We talk now. I don’t write out of spite or resent. I write because I want to share my experiences with people. If you are going through any kind of trauma, you are not alone. It may seem like you are in the moment, but there are people who love you, and care for you, and are wiling to help you when you are ready.
I don’t have a lot of memories of my childhood. I remember the gist of things that happened but there are a handful of “vines” in my head: Six-second clips that constantly loop in my mind.
Trauma is funny that way.
I never intentionally suppressed my memories and yet, I have a hard time recalling a lot of things that happened.