…Squeeze them and chuck them in the bin.
I blog an awful lot about how cancer has affected my family. It’s been a tough decade really and there are still many unanswered questions and a huge amount of uncertainty.
But today I’ve been thinking about all of the lemons life has thrown at us. They say bad things come in three’s and whilst I’m not massively motivated in life by old fashioned sayings – there is an element of truth in this one.
In 2014, my little boy collapsed at nursery with a febrile convulsion, his lung collapsed and he was rushed into the ICU at the hospital. We very nearly lost him to meningitis.
In 2015, my hubby (six years into his cancer journey) fell ill with the flu. His red blood cells were dangerously low and the glands in his neck swelled into egg like shapes. He was weeks away from a transplant.
In 2016, I fell ill with suspected flu. A week later I was rushed into hospital with symptoms of septicaemia and ‘double’ pneumonia. I was hours away from being transferred to the ICU unit.
Three good people. Three terrible health scares. Three years. One family.
That enough lemons for you?
I am recovering now and doing really well and it hopefully won’t be long until normal services are resumed. Over the past few weeks a lot of people have expressed much sympathy for our little family unit. After all, it is a bit of a tragic picture at times, right?
Well, in my view nobody escapes in life without pain and suffering of some kind. You only have to look at the news to see this – last week the country was sickened to the stomach by the senseless murder of the beautiful Jo Cox. But whatever way our suffering comes – extreme or small – it bloody well hurts. Big time.
Yes it’s a been a rough few years for our little family but out of this have come so many positives. My little boy is happy, healthy and luckily suffered no lasting damage. Craig’s bloods miraculously recovered themselves to a manageable level so the waiting game continues. I am here typing my blog, not quite out of the woods yet, but hopeful for a healthier future.
We are the lucky ones. We have picked ourselves up time and time again and will continue to do so. We appreciate what we have and are thankful for the chances.
Wallowing in self pity? I don’t think so. We make lemonade by the bucket load in this house.