One thing I have found that makes me feel good is lifting up those around me.
During my long wait in the ER, I was in close contact with all kinds of people both in the lobby and while I was waiting on a gurney in the hall. There was nothing else to do, so I just started talking to people. read more →
I wanted to take a moment to tell you about some angels in my life and how they pulled me through a very tough time.
Against all odds, with three auto-immune diseases as well as fertility issues I have managed to have five children (my husband is very proud of this fact and likes to think that he is ‘bionic-man’!). Anyway, after having a daughter and three sons we felt sure that there was another girl to come. The universe lined up for me and I fell pregnant. We were all absolutely thrilled and it felt as though all of my dreams had come true. read more →
I recently purchased a bouquet of flowers over the phone from the volunteer shop of our most local and main hospital. The card was to read “You Are Loved, From Someone Who Cares”. read more →
A friend of mine’s husband was suddenly hospitalized with a broken back, they too have a large family and she was being tested for cancer. Our community swooped in silently while they were out. Friends cleaned her house top to bottom; we took all of their washing; people did a roster for meals and child care; meals were dropped off; shopping and food vouchers were purchased and healthy lunch box snacks were made. And guess what… yep! She cried!! (They are both FINE now). read more →
I walked into a sandwich shop after spending all day at the hospital with my mother. It had been a long day. I was tired and stressed out. I ordered sandwiches to take home to my husband and son. I asked the girl behind the counter if she could tell me how much my order would be before they started making the sandwiches so I could make sure I had enough money. I had made the comment that I had been at the hospital all day, so I was a little tired and my mind was foggy (couldn’t figure the total in my head). read more →
I was 39 weeks pregnant and my daughter was stillborn. I was devastated and in shock having gone from eagerly anticipating the birth of my child to trying to cope with her death. read more →
I took a guy to hospital 70 miles away last Monday, he was a friend of my late father in law. He has no one. He had a nose bleed that wouldn’t stop. Had to go to two hospitals in the city before they would see to him. Spent whole day in hospital, then drove home. He bought me my dinner at a local hotel as a thank you, though he didn’t need too. I was delighted to be able to help him. – Brian
Last week I was visiting my father in the hospital. My dad has late-stage cancer and is dying. read more →
Years ago a group of female friends got tired of seeing other women suffer. We’d offer moral support, maybe pool a fee needed or bus fare home or loan self-help books. We decided to open a bank account and commit to a monthly deposit and opened a rotating lending library in whoever’s home had the space at the time. We cultivated relationships with a local counselor and hotel management to get discounts. read more →
I learned a long time ago, when any family member had to go to hospital for anything, to make a goody bag for the nurses. So having my dad in the hospital last week, I went and got some healthy snacks and some unhealthy snacks for both the night shift and day shift. read more →
Friday, 5 August life was ebbing away from my poor old mum, just a few weeks short of 93. She had been unwell for such a long time we all knew the inevitable could happen anytime. read more →
In the dark, scary hour that left me with a total-loss vehicle, numerous physical injuries and a broken spirit, my friend Margaret came to the rescue. Her superpower is compassion and caring. She lent my husband a vehicle so he could take the kids to the orchestra. She brought over dinner and reading material to keep me comfortable. She checked on me every day and she even offered to wash my hair.
That was huge because the collision was on Thursday afternoon and by Sunday, I desperately needed it. I’d lost my mobility, and she offered to wash my hair.