Thursday, 26 March 2015

Break

Joining Kate for this week's Five Minute Friday.  The prompt is "Break"

I remember lots of people telling me.  The words would come.  "You really need a break."
I heard "you'll burn yourself out"  "you're doing too much"  "when do you get a break?"
But you see, I had to keep on going.  Because everything around was broken.  There was a time when it all just fell apart.  When life was so fragmented and broken that there seemed no possible way to put it all back together.  And there was no earthly way that it could all go back together, come together and work again.  Break?  It was broken.  All of it.
I didn't have any words to say to those people, who all spoke from a place of love, who could all see that burnout was just a breath away, that wanted to help me, love me, care for me.  I had no words to say and just kept on keeping on.
I'm so grateful that faith is a gift.  That we don't need energy for that.  That all we need to do is open our heart and our hand and receive.  And then the break comes.  Because when everything is broken and your heart rips wide apart.  When you have oozed every last drop of life from your broken body and you can still cling to Him.  That's when you're broken.  And that's when the break comes.  It rises like the sun.  Faith rising and light, hope, courage and strength to keep taking the next step.  And the next one and they tumble into the minutes, hours, days, weeks and months.  And that's the break I take until one day, the broken doesn't feel so broken anymore.


Tuesday, 10 March 2015

Book Review: You're Loved No Matter What, by Holley Gerth


I'm taking part in Revell Publishers Blog Tour for Holley Gerth's new book and to be honest, when I started this book I thought it was just going to be a re-write of one of her previous books.  The title is certainly enticing.  After all, what woman doesn't want to feel loved, no matter what.  The tagline is "Freeing your Heart from the Need to Be Perfect."  I am definitely not a perfectionist - or so I thought!  From the very beginning though, Holley had me drawn in because I could identify with what she was sharing.  If you've ever felt any guilt about doing or not doing something, about not managing it as well as the rest of the women seem to be doing all around you, then this book is for you.  By striving to always do better, measure up, wondering if we're good enough or could be doing better, Gerth cleverly illustrates how we are always striving for the perfect life.  And frankly, it doesn't exist.  She points us towards grace and acceptance and that in God's eyes we don't need to attempt to be perfect.  He loves us no matter what - as the title suggests.    There are definitely elements of these principles in her other books, however I would still recommend buying and reading this book.  For those readers looking for a more in depth attempt at the freedom to enjoy unconditional love that it illustrates, Gerth has devised a plan of action to follow.  There is room to jot notes and pointed questions to lead thoughts and explore feelings that will illustrate anything that holds you captive.  Well written and I'm sure of great benefit to so many of us still trying our best and feeling like we're not quite managing it.

Monday, 2 February 2015

Wait

And now we wait.  It's been 4 days since Jasmine had her MRI and it's 3 days until we go back to oncology and get the results.  This is the hard part.  We've never had to wait this long before.  We usually get to see Jasmine's oncologist on the day of the MRI, but that wasn't to be this time.  I thought I would be losing my mind, and earlier last week I was losing my mind.  I was fretful and anxious and the world felt all wrong.  Gearing up for an MRI stirs up the worst of memories for me.

I spent an evening with a friend and she prayed over me and has continued to pray for me and for Jasmine this week.  She texted me on the weekend, just checking in to see how I was doing and I told her OK, and that I was keeping myself busy and occupied.  And that great friend responded and her response made me smile in such a heartfelt way.  She said, "But hun..... didn't God tell u to "be still?"

And it comes like a steady heartbeat.  The smile starts at my lips but winds it way right through my soul.  Because instead of spiralling in to panic and pain, heartache and heartbreak, living and re-living all the scary memories and the what ifs, that this kind of waiting creates.  Instead of all that, I'm sitting content and smiling, because yes I can be keeping busy, but I can be so very still.  Still in the mind, heart and soul, so I'm not on such a crazed treadmill of worry.  Still in His presence and in His peace.  Heart beating, patiently waiting, and following His direction to just be still, and know He is God.

Tuesday, 27 January 2015

Jasmine's Journey - 3 years

I put down the phone and I feel exhausted.  It's a mid-week afternoon, the same as any other.  I'm sipping tea and folding laundry and there are paints on the counter with artwork from small hands drying all around.  Ten minutes earlier I didn't have this butterfly feeling.  The phone rang and the long-term follow up receptionist tells me that Jasmine has an audiology appointment coming up.  And that's just fine.  Jasmine likes going to audiology.  It's a game and she likes to play it.  Then she says we'll see Dr. Hukin in the afternoon.  And from nowhere we're back in the realms of oncology.  "Oh and endocrinology is coming up," she adds.  Then almost talking to herself she says, "wait, that won't work, because you'll need to see Dr. Hukin after the MRI and that isn't scheduled for a couple of weeks."  Then suddenly I'm holding my breath because somehow the whole MRI thing wasn't on my radar yet.  I hadn't been thinking of it - which is a good thing.  But I guess I usually start thinking about it round about the due date and suddenly here we are, and we've leapt from the everything's fine audiology to the everything's not so fine MRI scenario.
We are coming up on 3 years out from diagnosis for Jasmine.  It's a really big deal.  But it never ceases to amaze me how sometimes it's as though no time has passed at all, and the tears will prick the back of my eyelids and I'll blink them away.  And it grieves me because something as ordinary as an MRI scan can make me feel like I'm losing her - all, over, again.
Thursday morning I will go to work, and Jasmine will travel with her Dad to the hospital for her MRI.  I don't know if it's worse to go, or not to go.  It's really a day of anxiety which ever way you cut it.  I will take Finn to school and we'll carry on with the normal stuff that days are made of.  While I do that, a picture will be built on a screen and my baby girl will lie in that machine and I will want to hold her - just hold her.
The rest of the day passes and then I cry in the shower.  It's where we cry so our children won't see then we paint the smile and the "mum face" back on for bedtime routine and I tell Jas she is off to audiology this week.  Big smiles - she loves her audiology appointment.  I start to wonder when to mention the MRI to her.  We have learned that too soon and the anxiety for her builds.  Too late and the meltdown and panic about it overwhelms her.  I still haven't got it right.  Then the decision is taken from me as the hospital calls and she overhears my side of the conversation.
"Do I have an MRI soon?"  she asks.  And I reply soon, but don't say when.  She's not satisfied with that and asks "when" over and over.  I tell her it's at the end of the month.  And she still isn't satisfied. What date?  What day?  Until finally she knows.    A while later she wants to know who will take her.    A while later still, she appears from upstairs long after bedtime with tears.  I pull her on to my lap and hold her and ask what's troubling her.
MRI
But here's the remarkable thing.  The only part of the MRI that troubles her is the IV.  Three months of surgery and treatment and a following 3 years of maintenance appointments have left her needle phobic.  And I smile to myself at this wonder girl who worries about the scratch of a needle, while I worry about a silver shadow on a screen.  She is amazing.  And I reassure her no needles.  We'll use the mask, she'll be asleep when they remove the IV.  She won't feel a thing.  She is reassured and goes back to bed.
I think about all Jasmine has endured on her journey.  How cancer came to our home and ripped our lives and family apart.  How we have grieved.  How we have prayed and hoped.  How we have watched while treatment has broken her body, then watched as she made slow progress recovering. I think about the anxiety that comes with every appointment, the fear that this disease will come and wreak havoc with my family again.  I think about how far Jasmine has come, how much she has accomplished, how she is like every other 8 year old in her class.  I think about her warrior brother and how he's overcome his fears of losing his little sister.  How he has watched her at her worse and hidden from her pain at times and at others let her put her head on his lap to watch tv together when she's been too tired or sick to sit.  I think about my marriage - the grand canyon - how we have been so separate and far apart and isolated unsure how to breach this chasm between us so we've travelled on opposites sides for a time.  I think about how we've built a bridge to find each other again.
And I think about that email I sent to the family about to leave for Boston to begin proton beam radiation.  Forced to leave their home and at the beginning of their 5 year old daughter's journey.  I wanted to go with that mama and hold her hand.  I wanted to hold her like I held Jasmine, and tell her it's alright, take her to all her appointments until she knows the team there, find her a place to stay.  It's what I wanted to do, but how do you wrap all that up in an email or phone call?  So I tell her about Boston and that going there is going to be OK.
Jasmine's MRI will happen Thursday, then we wait a week for results.  We wait and wonder whether it's clear.  And I realize that we keep on putting ourselves through this scanxiety because if it's clear, it amounts to someone holding me.  Someone telling me it's OK, that's there's nothing to fear and for now, it will be alright.




Friday, 16 January 2015

Send

Hey there,

It's been a while since I jumped on board, but it's Friday so here's my link up with the flash mob of writers who gather weekly and write, without worrying whether it's just right, we just write for five minutes.  This week Kate has prompted us with "Send"

When I send this to you, know that I would rather be knocking on your door.  When I send this to you, know that though the words poured out and flowed through ink to paper, that I would rather have poured out my heart as we poured out the tea.  When I send this to you, know that I thought about you and as my hand ached writing the words - (oh yes, the craft of handwriting makes my hand ache these days as the techno typing world takes over - a hand written letter is a rarity and joy indeed!) - as my hand ached, my heart ached with the not seeing you for all this time.  I will wrap up my news in an envelope and send it to you, and it's written and delivered with love.  But know this - I would rather be sealing myself in an envelope and have the post deliver me to your doorstep, where the tangible real of some moments with some shared life with you, would mean the world to me.

Tuesday, 6 January 2015

The Financially Confident Woman - Book Review

It's the start of a new year - and what better time of year to start getting a handle of the family financial picture.  The past few years have been a financial turmoil for us, with unforeseen expenses we never thought we would have to incur. along with extended periods of time without income.  It has left us in a bit of a financial quagmire.  We find ourselves living in the most expensive part of Canada to live, on the cusp of negative equity, and without a large family income.  It's a struggle.  So when invited to review Mary Hunt's "The Financially Confident Woman," I fully embraced it.

It didn't take me long to read and was for me a review of many sound principles that I had learned in earlier years.  I work as a bookkeeper, but for some reason it is always easier to get someone else's cash flow in order than our own and I've been putting off wanting to get this area of my life organized.   Having read this book though, I am now feeling empowered and enthused to endeavour to do just that.

It appealed to me because it is directed at women.  Hunt is very honest about her own personal financial downfalls, the psychology behind the spending, alongside learning accountability for our spending habits.  But it goes further than that, the book equips the reader with the know how to start the ball rolling to get things organized, to look at where the money is being spent, how to work out a debt repayment process and start saving for those unforeseen "emergencies" so that when they do happen, they don't have to cause the maximum amount of negative impact and stress.

Hunt doesn't promise a quick fix or an easy ride, but she does empower the reader with the confidence that even the most hopeless situation can be turned to hopeful.  She also has a somewhat different approach in her priorities around money than many of the other financial advice books out there.  She believes in the save, spend and give principle but the priority for these is somewhat different and I found it refreshing to look at this picture from a perspective of giving being her number one priority.  Does this mean we should give everything away and live in poverty?  No, but a plan to give consistently a decided upon amount should be part of the way we live, and whether you believe in God, karma, or just mean well, it is a sound principle to embrace.

The only down side was the fact that this is written for an American audience so some of the pension plans and tax information she mentions doesn't apply in Canada, however the principles are still relevant and can be applied.  I would recommend this book as containing clear and attainable instruction on moving towards a healthy financial picture in your life.

Tuesday, 14 October 2014

Breathing Room - Book Review


I'm taking part in Revell Publisher's blog tour for upcoming titles and this one really caught my eye.
"Breathing Room" and the tagline - letting go so you can really live - I found very appealing.  Thinking of most of the women I know, we could all use a bit of breathing room at some time, rather than being swamped in the endless to do's that seem to litter our days.
So I embarked on reading this with great anticipation.   Amazon wrote  "An honest conversation that helps women transform their feelings of failure and shame into a grace-filled life of self-care and self-compassion."  
It's a big statement for Tankersley to live up to and I did in fact find that this book did deliver an honest conversation.  Tankersley writes with candid honesty which I found somewhat refreshing.  She describes her own personal struggles and manages to do so without sounding self-pitying and there was an element of humour to her work. I found myself smiling at some of the situations she described herself in.  However, when I had finished the book, I can't say I felt directed in any way towards helping myself transform any feelings of failure or shame in to a grace-filled life of self-care and self-compassion.  Tankersley delivers a narrative of how she managed to do so, treating herself with a lot more care and making sure she put her own needs first. 
Tankersley also embraces the concepts laid out in twelve step programs and mentions our need to develop a relationship with God.  I was unsure whether this was supposed to be a Christian author or not as there is little biblical reference throughout, but more the secular view of building relationship with God, however you understand Him.  For that reason, I think this would be a popular read with a much broader audience than Christian women.
I enjoyed reading her narrative and was encouraged to see how she'd tackled her own difficulties but I can't say this book lives up to it's title or it's promises, and found it told how one woman overcame her depression and difficulties by becoming more self-nurturing.