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Saturday, 6 June 2009

Race For Life

It seems to have come around really fast but it's my Race For Life tomorrow. I was really looking forward to it but a few weeks ago I did some damage to my leg while running with the dog and despite having lots of physio on it, it is still very sore and since having the physio my back has started hurting too mainly due to the physio sticking his fingers in it and no I haven't forgiven him for that yet!! So I am a walking disaster area at the moment.

However I am still going to do Race For Life tomorrow even if I have to crawl round on my hands and knees! So if you have a pound or two to spare and would like to give it to a fantastic cause there is still time to sponsor me. Just click here and it will take you to my sponsor page.

Thank you.

Fe x

Just a little update...

Mum and I did the Race For Life walk today. It was great fun and the weather held off for us, it was a bit cold and windy but it didn't rain until we'd finished and were back in the car and on our way home. Bonus!

We saw Ellie's teacher there and Josh's one to one and a few other teachers from school too.Because we were walking we did the 5k in just under an hour. I didn't think that was too bad considering how many people were there but I think if we do it next year we'll go in the joggers section as it was less congested there and we can start off jogging then slow to a fast walk which would be better. A great day though.

A huge thank you to everyone who has sponsored me and Mum for this event. We really appreciate it and so does Cancer Research.

6 comments:

pescbrico said...: I hope you will be in good shape tomorrow for the race! I hope your knee and back will improve soon!!...; 6 June 2009 at 22:39
Nicki said...: Good luck for tomorrow Fe, I hope the weather is good for you, and you don't have to resort to crawling it! And good luck to your mum too, Debbie said she is doing it too so I'll be thinking about you both. Hugs, Nicki.; 6 June 2009 at 23:08
Mrs. Nancy G said...: Hope you have fun anyways on your walk.

:-); 6 June 2009 at 23:56
clare said...: Congrats and well done to you and your mum hun xx glad to hear the weather held off for you..and what lovely pic's of you and your mum xx
well done hun xx
hugs clarex; 7 June 2009 at 18:53
Debbie said...: Hi Fe - a big well done to you and your mum on doing the race for life. :) You both look great in the photo. Well done again. :)

xxDebbiexx; 8 June 2009 at 22:03
Anonymous said...: Well done Fe-Fe and Dee...I did the WFL in Glasgow and had a great day....what a great feeling to be part of it Gaye xx; 28 June 2009 at 23:15

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Ode to Special Mums

Ode to Special Moms(by Erma Bombeck)

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures and a couple by habit. This year, nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen?

Somehow I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to make notes in a giant ledger.
"Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint, Matthew.
Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, patron saint, Cecilia.
"Rudledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint, give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."
Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a handicapped child."

The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."

"Exactly," says God. "Could I give a handicapped child to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But has she patience?" asks the angel.

"I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it.
"I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world. She has to make it live in her world, and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."

God smiles. "No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness."

The angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a 'spoken word.' She will never consider a 'step' ordinary. When her child says 'Momma' for the first time, she will be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or a sunset to her child, she will see it as few people ever see my creations."I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice...and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."

"And what about her patron saint?" asks the angel, pen poised midair.

God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."

"Welcome to Holland"

"Welcome to Holland" By Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss. But...if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.