Mr D's new job

Mr D has always been a computer geek. Anything technical and he is on it. He worked in the Silicon Valley and he worked with weapons guidence system for the U.S in Iraq (I bagged him out about that one). Recently he decided to take a career change. A pay cut and He decided to "give back". Mr D has accepted a job working as a supervisor with disabled people who are re-making bikes for the community. I was shocked. Throughout the years Mr D has said that as a community worker I am a bleeding heart. I am the type of person who has always brought the strays home, and wondered what cause I could help with next. Once again he is the one that teaches me lessons. He is the one the kids will wake in the middle of the night. He is the one who will take us all on a mystery adventure. He will listen to my crazy ideas; laugh, and then rationally explain why it couldn't possibly work. He is usually the first one up in the morning & often the last in bed a night. He is the athletic one who challenges me when I get lazy. He loves music, that most wouldn't even understand. He is not afraid to cry; like when our dog Raider had to be put down. He will wear a tie to church even when he hates ties. He is usually always on time. He plans things in advance; even to the point of laying out his clothes the night before. His clothing cupboard is perfect; even color co-ordinated. He eats vegetarian food, despite being raised a meat eater. He texts me for no reason. He stands up at the table until I sit down when we go out to eat. He will open a door for me. He moved half way around the world for me. He is full of suprises and I love him. I don't know how his first day will go today, but I know I am in awe of him. Thank-you Mr D for being a great husband, father and friend. And Happy U.S Father's Day

Poverty in our city

As I walked out of the Mall pushing my shopping and racing to pick up the children, I noticed a woman (in her twenties)sobbing with a small child on her hip. She was talking with a man who looked like he had stopped to ask her what her problem was. The thought crossed my mind that I should help her. I have often seen people in need & I am sorry to saw; I pause....& think too much before helping. Mr D is the complete opposite. I remember when we were dating, we were all dressed up nicely to go out to eat in Sydney and as we walked toward the restruant a motorcyclist came off his turning bike in the middle of the intersection. The road was busy, but Mr D didn't pause. He ran out straight onto the road and assisted the rider. As the biker stood he toward over Mr D & the bike was huge. The biker & Mr D stuggled to lift the heavy bike, but they worked together & the cyclist was on his way. I paused. I didn't help. Would the biker want my help? Would I be in the road? All my doubts stopped me helping. I turned back to help the woman, & she was gone. Once again I thought, I had waited too long. I should have just helped. After packing the groceries away in my car I looked up & saw this woman approaching another person. She seemed very hesitent to approach anyone. I decided to stop thinking & just act. I went to her & asked if I could help. She explained that her partner had left them on the weekend & had cleared out their bank account. She had only found out when she had gone with her daughter to buy groceries & there wasn't a cent left in their account. I asked if she had gone to the local welfare groups as I could take her there if she needed. She said that they had but help would be a day or so away. Her little daughter looked to be about 3 years old. She looked well looked after & saddened by her mothers problems. As we spoke she told her mom that she was hungry. I felt that all I could do was to hand her some money. She seemed surprised that I handed her $20 insted of small change. But, I remember being in similar situations when my first marriage ended. No I didn't beg; but I was overwhelmed & we were left with no money, most of our furniture gone & no food. I wished I could have done more. I pray that this family is taken care of. Amen.

A cute message

Last night as I sat in bed. I really felt that I should contact my eldest children; Richard, James & Scarlett. I try not to pester them & contact them every day or even every week. They are growing up so fast & they seem to be on their own journies, so to have mom contacting them all the time would probably just bother them. I sent them messages & although I only heard back from James it made my night. He sent me this link He said it reminded him of me. I always dreamed of working with communities like this. That is one of the main reasons I originally studied nursing. I love my kids!!

A wake up call

Sometimes when we focus on one thing we get distracted by other things. I have really been trying to focus on renovating and motherhood, whilst not keeping a promise to Mr D. Awhile ago I promised him that I would focus on my health. This is something I like to avoid. When everything seemed too much with study and life I agreed to slow down. I thought that magically things would go back to really wonderful. I have had nine preganancies in my life (including a miscarriage and a neonatal death), three brain tumors and endless other health problems that others get (such as tonsilitis, appendicitice, allergies etc). After we had little Becky, nearly two years ago, I noticed I wasn't recoving as quickly as I thought I should. I went to the the Dr several times. Medications were prescribed to stop the endless bleeding. A D&C was done. Nothing has worked. Prior to falling pregnant with Becky I had been forced to have annual pap smears because of irregularities. I had thought nothing of it. When I casually brought this up with my sister after Becky was born I found out that she had been treated for uterine cancer just a few years ago. I mentioned this to my Dr and she referred me to a specialist. The medical system is overloaded here and I only just got in to see him about a month ago. His news wasn't good. The type that my sister has is predominently genetic. He can't tell me if I have it without a biopsy. He recommended that at the time of the biopsy, that I have either laser surgery to remove the lining of my uterus or a hysterectomy. The laser surgery won't prevent a growth in the future.I asked for time to think about it. Last week I finally found the strength to share this with Mr D. He was shocked, but supportive. He asked if he could come to the speek with the surgeon as well. We dragged little Becky along and tried to find the answers. I guess there are no concrete answers at this time. I have agreed to undergo the biopsy and to follow up with a hysterectomy if they discover anything. The surgeon said it will probably be about July/August before the hospital can fit me in. In the mean time I wait, & pray. I think I am more threatened with the realisation that Mr D & I will never have another little one. Crazy, I know. I have loved this experience with him and I love my family so much. I am still acting like there in nothing wrong to all my friends, and I will still go on being me. I just felt it was time I actually shared it and stopped denying it to myself.