Skip to main content

Mama Went Over The Edge

So, yes. There actually are Mothers involved with Mothersontheverge – although my absence for the past year, it’s understandable thinking that YLM was solo. She’s amazing – and I’m a hideous flake for disappearing for 12 months (was it that long?? Maybe 11?)

Don’t want to go into a long sob story, but as I am hoping to be welcomed back by you all and YLM I think some explanation is required.

So in April last year a family member was diagnosed with cancer – on Easter Sunday. (Loved that, right?) No, not The Prince, or The Rabbit, but someone still in my immediate family and it knocked me a bit. To jump right to the main point – the cancer appears to be beaten, surgeries are over, and we’re all starting to breathe again a bit.

Then right around that same time The Rabbit began experiencing extreme acid reflux – every night. Eight months of Prevacid did little to knock the situation into appeal. And after a battery of more tests, and a biopsy (not fun let me tell you, watching your 7-year-old struggle against being put under general anesthesia) we found she actually had Celiac disease. What’s that? A fancy genetic condition that means she cannot eat gluten – anything derived from wheat, barley or rye. It causes lesions in her stomach, can lead to hideous medical crud if not treated, and is not an allergy. She’ll never outgrow it, she’ll never eat my chocolate chip cookies again, and yes, I’m not thrilled but we’re getting the hang of it.

So let’s just say that I didn’t feel all that chatty this year, nor able to write anything pithy, funny, snarky or snide. Have to say I don’t feel completely there yet – but hoping (really hoping) you’ll bear with me and let me join in on the all the fun you’ve all been having.

There’s going to be some rough spots here – you know, getting back on the horse again, and all that – so if I hit in yawn-land just let me have it.

Believe me, after last year? I think I can take it.


YLM said…
Welcome back Mama. You are so not a hideous flake, you've just had a truly hideous year.

But I'm glad you're back and that things are better (we can't ever hope for perfect, but better is a pretty good interim option), I've missed you!

Anonymous said…
So sorry for your bad year - some just spin out from under you, don't they? Glad the cancer scare is now abating. I had that one as well - with a happy outcome too. Now your Rabbit! But, on a positive note, I have 4 cousins with this disease. We met up recently and they are all extremely healthy adults - probably as a result of being careful with themselves. They are very dietary conscious, of course, so a slight blip with restaurants, but they shine with health. Hang on in there and nice to have you back.

Popular posts from this blog

Apologies for being incommunicado this week and hope none of you out there are too distraught not to be receiving the usual almost-daily MotV missives. The reason for the silence is that I'm up to my neck, metaphorically-speaking, in research papers for my first grad course assessment. This experience has made me realise how rigorously un-academic I am in my thinking. It has also illuminated how reliant I am on red wine in order to get through endless evenings typing furiously on my laptop, not to mention the fueling of increasingly colorful curses that I feel obliged to aim at the University's online library system which consistently refuses to spit out any of the journals I'm desperate for (I refuse to believe this is 100% due to my technical incompetence...)Oh well, if this is the price one has to pay in order to realize a long-cherished dream then it's not all that bad... No one ever said a mid-life career change would be easy. Wish me luck!

Recommended & the Mahiki dance-off

My GFs and I went to Mahiki last night, great fun as usual but made me feel a bit old; it seems that Thursday night is the playground of the just-past-pubescent. Oh well. Good tunes though, so whatever.In between taking over the dancefloor - the youngsters may have youth on their side but frankly that shrinks to insignificance in the face of two decades of clubbing experience - one of my GFs and I got into a conversation about why so many people are full of bull.It appears that many people we come across are content to live their lives in a superficial way, skimming the surface of what life has to offer and equating the ownership of stuff (cars, houses, boats, jewelry, designer clothes) with happiness. They converse in terms of status, strut their possessions as a measure of their own self-worth, take themselves far too seriously, are quick to judge others, easily annoyed, complain a lot about very little and their worries seem to far outweigh their joys. Personally, I think all that…


Following on from the realisation that my lungs are filthy and if I don't give up the smokes soon I face a life of wheezing at best, off I trotted to see the charming Dr T.

Dr T, who's charming by virtue of the fact that he's less jaded than the other doctors in the surgery (in other words, he treats patients as if they're human beings with a right to NHS services rather than annoying fraudsters trying to gain sympathy for imaginary illnesses) promptly put me on potentially habit-forming drugs to get me off the evil weed. Something doesn't feel quite right about this but since I'm so pathetically grateful to have a doctor who's willing to give me more than two seconds of his precious time, I have acquiesced to his demands.

Anyway, this wonder drug is called Champix and promises to have me merrily chucking my smokes in the bin in no time. Or it will if I can get past the possible side effects, the highlights being abnormal dreams, nausea, flatulence, snoring, …