Sunday is … an idyllic morning spent in Chester, wandering along the river, marvelling at the bluest of skies, choosing which of the riverside cafés to have a delicious cup of coffee in, and watching the boys laugh and run along the cobblestones jostling to be first on the beloved swings in the nearby park.
Five years ago, during this very week, I stood in a hospital in Zürich and blinked back the tears as the consultant pointed to a darkened spot on a scan of my brain and confirmed the presence of a tumor.
For those of you that haven’t heard this story before, please don’t gasp in shock. While yes, it was a tumor, it was one of the good ones (if there’s ever such a thing). More specifically, it was a prolactinoma, a benign tumor, sitting in the pituitary gland just below my brain. Not life-threatening but potentially putting an end to my chances of ever having children.
Five years ago, again during this very week, I stood in the kitchen of our apartment and took my very first tablet. A tablet with the ultimate power. A tablet, the first of many, that would determine whether our lives would be blessed with little ones or whether we would remain as a family of two.
This month, we’ve witnessed the fiercest of hugs, the occasional kiss, some hand holding and the sharing of toys. We’ve also been party to flashes of jealousy, battles over boxes of raisins and general mischief. These two certainly know how to keep us on our toes (and prevent us from getting a good night’s sleep).
They love each other so much (it’s been such a long time now since CK last asked me to return BB to the baby shop and get our money back) but they also like to wind each other up. How can they know how to do this at just one and a half and three and a half?!
With Summer officially just two weeks or so away and the sun scheduled to make an (hopefully, not too brief) appearance, I’m thinking that it’s a nice time of year to blog a little less and turn my attention to things that can only be done in the fairer weather.
Things like spending the evening sitting in the garden, maybe reading a book, definitely enjoying a glass of wine or two. I rarely drink alcohol but there’s something about the smell of suncream and the sizzle of a BBQ that makes me reach for a glass of chilled white wine. Probably the ghost of happy holidays past.
I’ve never blogged to a schedule or a plan. I simply write when I feel like it or when I have a memory to record or something to get off my chest. It’s my online diary that also acts a bit like a therapist. It seems that most weeks, three posts fly from these fingers a-tap tap tapping on the keyboard but that will probably reduce to two until September.
So there was one day out on our holidays that I really enjoyed. It wasn’t all sleep-depreived doom and gloom. The day before we returned home, we spent a few wonderful hours in my personal heaven on earth, The National Botanic Garden of Wales.
Despite being set across 560 acres of beautiful Welsh countryside, you almost feel like you’ve stumbled across the place … it kind of appears out of nowhere. As soon as you get out of your car, the sound of birds chirping and water trickling fills the air and everything feels incredibly calm and peaceful.