A little over two years ago we purchased an onsite caravan in a quiet little coastal town on the Bellarine Penninsula in Victoria. We wanted a getaway place for our family, somewhere we could escape to whenever we wanted or needed. We had hoped it would be a place where we could make many happy memories with our son; a part of his childhood that he would look back on fondly when he is a grown man. It’s proven to be one of the best decisions we ever made. We’ve just spent two glorious weeks at our little home away from home. Sometimes it was just the three of us, others times our caravan was filled with friends or family who came to visit and stay a night or two. We loved it all. When I think about our Summer holidays at our caravan here’s what I will remember:
– Watching our son make new friends, ride his bike and play outside every day until after dark.
– Slow mornings and snuggles in bed.
– The smell of sunscreen, insect repellent, the beach and BBQs.
– Taking the time to read a book..or two.
– Kevin, the old guy a few caravans down, telling us war stories from Vietnam.
– Drinking cider in the sunshine.
– The walk from the caravan to the toilet block, made many many times each day.
– John, the caravan park caretaker, doing his daily rounds, telling the kids to slow down, put their helmets on and stop jumping in the pool.
– The view of the ocean as you drive into town. – The day trips we took. – Long chats with good friends.
– The donuts from the donut van at the pier; the best I’ve ever had.
– The clear night sky, filled with stars and the sound of silence (often experienced during an early morning dash to the toilet)
– Riding dogems cars at the local carnival.
– Swimming in the ocean.
– Family bike rides after dinner.
– Hunting for shells and skipping rocks on the shore.
We came home from our holiday a couple of days earlier than planned after getting some bad news about a dear friend. At the moment, we are still waiting for more news. I don’t mean to be vague; it’s just not my place to say anymore about that in this space but I also felt it was something I needed to acknowledged here. You see, we are currently in a state of limbo and it’s a strange thing that when terrible stuff happens life still goes on around it. And so it does; life goes on as we wait and those happy memories we made on our Summer holiday still remain, even with a tainted ending. Thankyou to everyone who has sent kind messages and well wishes, they are greatly appreciated.
What have you been up to these Summer holiday? Have you managed to get away?
Happy New Year everyone! I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and hopefully managed some time with your family and friends, away from the daily grind. I’m currently down the beach with my boys, enjoying a nice two week holiday.
It’s tradition at the start of a new year to make resolutions; promises to ourselves that we either will or won’t do something in the coming year. I’ve never been one for new years resolutions, it’s just not really my thing. But I know hat many other people choose a word, just one word, that they want to represent that coming year for them. I think this sounds kinda nice so I thought that this year, I would do that instead.
My word for 2017? Be.
Last year, I discovered I find it really hard to ‘just be’. I’m forever thinking ahead, planning, worrying, preparing for the next thing. That’s not always a bad thing of course; it’s good to have goals and things to look forward to but not when it’s to the detriment of enjoying the present moment. As my son starts school this year I have this overwhelming desire to just press pause on life. I just want to be.
Be still. Be present. Be in the moment.
Be happy. Be sad. Be excited.
Be curious. Be kind. Be myself.
Let it be.
And so that is my word for 2017, just two little letters. BE.
Have you made any new years resolutions? If you had to choose one word for 2017 what would it be?
It seems we say it every year but man, this year has gone so fast! Christmas is over for another year and next week it will be 2017. This is a time when we often sit back and reflect on the year that was and so today, I wanted to look back on this blog and share with you my top five posts for the year (based on views, readership and comments). I’ve also provided a little update on where I’m at today with the things I spoke about in these posts. So here we go, my top five posts for 2016:
The hardest decisions are sometimes the right ones: In this post I talked about my decision to give up working from home. At the time I was working two social media management jobs, plus freelance writing. I took a couple of months off but there was one job in particular that I really, really missed and so I ended up going back to it but with a promise; that I would not work when my son was home. I’ve kept that promise, managing to do the bulk of the work when he is at kinder. Sure, there’s an odd phone call or text message sent here and there but on those days when he isn’t at kinder or it’s the weekend it’s family first all the way! I’m just doing a small amount of hours each week and that’s working well. I’ve been tempted to take on more but I know it’s just not the right time and that’s ok.
Habit, Addiction and the Challenge: It’s no surprise that this post seemed to resonate with so many people. I think we’re probably all a little guilty of using our phones and social media too much. I’m ashamed to say that I have definitely fallen back into some old, bad habits. I pick up my phone way too much. I scroll mindlessly way too much. It’s purely habit….and bad habits can be heard to break! This might be something to work on in the new year.
I will be ok: The response I received to this post was overwhelming. I received tons of comments, messages, emails and phone calls from both friends, family and strangers. I had people confide in me that they too suffer from anxiety. I had people tell me that they appreciated me telling my story because it helped them to better understand someone in their life that has anxiety. I’m happy to say that I’m doing much better. I am now on some new medication, which seems to be working really well and I am visiting my counsellor regularly. More than that, I’m learning it’s ok to ask for help and sometimes rely on other people without feeling guilty (something I will probably always struggle with).
Creativity and Career: This is also one of my favourite posts. It’s the moment I realised that I don’t need to make a career out of my creativity in order for it to be valuable. Since this post I’ve continued to enjoy creating for enjoyment; I write, draw, take photos and paint…sometimes I share these things, sometimes I don’t. And I love it, I enjoy it, I need it. Creating things will always be good for my soul.
One Step at a Time: Following this post I received the results from the skin specialist. Whilst it came back that the lesion wasn’t skin cancer he still wanted to remove it. But I was hesitant. I’ve had bad experiences in the past of doctors being little too knife happy and I really don’t want to go cutting into my face unless it was necessary; especially when he said he wouldn’t refer me to a plastic surgeon but rather do it himself under local anathestic in the chair. So I sought a second opinion. My GP also looked over the results and agreed that unless I wanted it removed for cosmetic purposes the spot was fine to stay. So stay it has. I will continue to keep and eye on it and monitor any changes.
So that’s it, a round up of my most popular posts for 2016. I will be taking a week or two off blogging to enjoy some time with my family but I’ll be back in 2017, that’s for sure. But for now, that’s a wrap!
At the beginning of 2016 I began twelve months long service leave from my part time job in local government. Taking the year off work meant that I could take my son to and from kindergarten and spend some quality time with him before he started school. I’m so glad I took that time. I’m glad I was able to be there. 2016 was a year of change and realisations for me, here’s some things I learnt:
We were wasting a lot of money: I took my LSL at half pay, which meant that I was on half the income I had been on for the past five years. It surprised me how little this affected us. I found myself wondering what I used to do with that extra money? It made me realise we can always live on less just by making a few minor changes. It also made me realise how lucky we are. We are in a fortunate position. We aren’t rich by any means but we live a comfortable life. We have big plans for that extra money when I go back to work. We know we can live without it now so will be saving it and making some good investments for the future.
Working from home doesn’t work for me: I hadn’t planned it, but I ended up working from home for the majority of this year. I fell into a few opportunities and also chased some. I always thought I would love working from home (it’s the dream right?) and I did but it also has its own set of challenges. I realised I like getting up, getting dressed and going to work in an office with other people. Working from home can get lonely. It can be hard to switch off, the lines between personal/family life and work life become blurred. And it’s super hard when you have a kid to look after at the same time. Kudos to all you work from home parents out there!
I am a writer: I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to say that and not feel like an absolute fraud (ok maybe I do still feel like a bit of a fraud). This year I started to make money from my writing but more than that I had other people tell me that I was a good writer. People outside of my own friends and family. I became more connected with my writing and came to understand just how important it is to me, how much a part of me it is. How much I truly love it.
I can’t just be: I am forever doing stuff. I can’t sit still, I can’t switch off. I’m always doing more than one thing at a time. I feel guilty when I relax, there is always other things I ‘should’ be doing. This is something I know that I really need to work on.
I learnt what true friendship is.
Time goes fast: I mean I knew this, we all do, but wow, I actually can’t believe it’s been a whole year! I can’t believe our little man will be at school next year. I can’t believe I’ll be back at work soon. Sometimes I look back and think what did I do with that time? Did I achieve enough? Did I make the best of it? But it is what it is. And at the end of the day I was there every day to pick my son up from kinder and that was what it was really all about.
I learnt a lot in 2016 and I’m sure I’ll learn even more in 2017 because in life you never stop learning and that’s a great thing!
Since writing this post about my recent struggles with anxiety I’ve had many people email and message me suggesting different things to try that might help. I am always open to suggestions and have tried many different things over the years and will continue to do so. I am not anti-medication and I do believe that for some people, this is needed. For me, I knew a couple of months ago that I was in need of something more. I was struggling with everyday life, struggling to leave the house and that just wasn’t ok. So I went to my GP, we discussed it and I am now on some new medication. It is helping but that doesn’t mean I have stopped working on natural ways to manage it. I guess I just want to be really open about the fact that I am taking medication because I’m not ashamed about it and I don’t ever want anyone else to be either. The only thing I will say is that if you do ever decide to take medication (for anything really) is it important that this is done in partnership, and under the close supervision, of a trusted doctor. It is important to understand what you are taking, why you are taking it and the risks associated. Always follow the dosage your doctor prescribes and never start or stop without first seeking medical advice.
Ok, enough about that, what I really wanted to share with you today is some other things that I have tried over the years to help manage my anxiety. Some have worked, some haven’t. But I share them here today in the hope that if you suffer from anxiety, maybe they might just help you! Please remember, I am not a doctor or an expert, I am just somebody who has lived with anxiety for many years and am still figuring it for myself.
Research and understanding: Over the years I have done a lot of research on anxiety. I’ve found the more I understand it, the less afraid of it I become and the more confident I feel in managing it. My favourite book of all time on the subject is Power Over Panic by Bronwyn Fox. It’s an easy, relatable and informative book that I had reread a number of times. There is also a companion book called Working Through Panic. I would highly recommend both. My advice is to stay away from Dr Google; the internet can often be unreliable and overwhelming but you can try asking your doctor their suggestions for helpful websites and online resources. My GP recently gave me a list of websites which provide information and free courses for people experiencing anxiety that you may like to check out:
Counselling: I have been to counselling on and off for several years and I am not ashamed to admit that. Personally, I think everyone can benefit from counselling. When it comes to managing anxiety, Cognitive Behaviour Therapy (CBT) is highly recommended. This type of therapy helps to unlock and challenge the negative thoughts you may have that are causing your anxiety. At the end of the day I really think talking helps and having the guidance of a professional who understands anxiety can be life changing. It’s really important to find a counsellor that you feel comfortable with so don’t be afraid to try a few different ones (I have!) until you find one that you really like.
Meditation and mindfulness: I know this can be so helpful in managaing anxiety. I also know I’m slack and just don’t practice it enough…but I really need to start to make it more of a priority. Learning how to breath properly, slow down your breathing, be present, be aware of your thoughts and learn to stay in the moment is key to combating anxiety and it’s all learnt through meditation and mindfulness. There are some great free apps and podcasts out there that provide guided meditations that you can listen to and do anywhere. My current favourites are Calm, Smiling Mind, and The Meditation Podcast.
Get healthy: You need to look after yourself. It’s as simple (and as hard) as that. This is something I am constantly working on. Healthy body equals healthy mind! You need to eat right, exercise regularly and get enough sleep. I always find my anxiety is worse when I’m tired. Get outside, enjoy some fresh air and sunshine..I find that always helps.
Herbs and Tea: A few months ago I visited a Naturopath and was given some herbal supplements (in tablet form) to take. Apparently turmeric is very good for anxiety. For me, I didn’t find it made a big difference but my anxiety was really quite high by that point so maybe if I had gone earlier it may have helped to prevent me getting to that point. I’ve also been drinking herbal tea before bed each night to help me sleep. I’ve been using Sleepy Soul from Love Tease.
Crystals: Some people might think it’s a load of hippy crap; me? Well I’m willing to try anything and figure it can’t do any harm so why not! I recently purchased some crystals and often carry them with me. I’ve been told the best place to put them is inside your bra. For a list of crystals that are believed to help anxiety see HERE.
Oils: Many people swear by the healing powers of oils…and they sure do smell nice! My favourite calming scent is lavender. I burn it in a diffuser every night before bed and also carry a vile of it to sniff and dab onto my pulse points if I’m feeling anxious. I’m told Doterra is the place to go for essential oils.
So that’s a few of the things I use to manage my anxiety. Have you tried any of these? Do you have any other suggestions?
They say there are three types of friends in life; friends for a reason, friends for a season and friends for a lifetime. Growing up I always had friends. I wouldn’t have ever called myself popular but I always had friends, at least the type of friends one has when they’re young; friendships that are fickle. One day your ‘best friends forever’ and the next day you’re not. I’ve had many friends come and go over the years.
During my teenage years I had a close circle of girlfriends, we’d have sleepovers and pass notes to each other in class. Towards the end of high school I moved to a new town and changed schools and it left me in no mans land. I tried hard to stay close with my friends at my old school but always felt a bit out of the loop. I tried to make friends at my new school but never felt like I really fitted in.
Friendships in my twenties consisted of my then boyfriend (now husbands) friends and the people I worked with. Conversation basically revolved around what had happened on the night out before or work; even outside of work. But then we grew up. People broke up. Others finished their uni degrees and moved on to different work. To this day I remain in contact with a few of those original work friends, and one in particular has gone on to be one of my closest friends…we still bitch about work but our friendship these days is based on so much more than that.
Now I’m in my thirties (and a parent) and I feel like I’ve finally hit the golden years of friendship. It’s the years when you discover your best friends really are your husband, your mum and your sister. It’s the years where you figure out who you are, walk away from toxic friendships and have no time for people who only ever call when they want something. I’m surrounded by good people, good friends. There are those friends that I may not see that often but know if ever I need them, they’d be there in a second. We can go for months without seeing each other and it’s like time never passed.
Then there are those friends that I see more often, on a weekly or sometimes even daily basis. These friends have been my saving grace these past few months.
My bestie (who I’ve written about here before), she’s the one who waits for me in the car park everyday at kinder because for me, just knowing she is there if I have a panic attack is enough to make me not have one. She’s also the one I called the day I had a massive panic attack at the check out at the supermarket and I had to walk out leaving my trolley full of shopping behind. She was there within five minutes to pay for and collect my shopping. No judgement. Ever.
Then there’s the new friend I’ve made this year (who also happens to now be my boss) but who I feel like I’ve been friends with forever. She’s the one who’s reintroduced me to the art of the telephone conversation. When I first started working with her I would email her (having worked in local government for over a decade, that’s just the way we communicate) and then she would call me. I would text her and then she would call me. I pretty quickly figured out she liked talking on the phone, a rarity these days and so it was a weird for me to start with. But now? I love those daily (sometimes three or more times daily) phone conversations. We get each other, without need for explanation and that’s a really nice thing to have.
I am a firm believer in everything happens for a reason and I know the people who are in my life are meant to be here, right now, for a reason (and hopefully a lifetime). I now know exactly what true friendship is and I’m lucky to have an abundance of it in my life.
As many of you would know, this year I signed up to participate in NaNoWriMo (national novel writing month) for the very first time. The goal? To write a 50,000 word manuscript during the month of November. I managed 12,227 words. Now, for me it was never really about the words, I said that right from the beginning, it was more about the experience. I have never written a book before, I’ve never even tried, so I was really interested to see how I would find it. NaNoWriMo was something I was using to hold myself accountable, to at the very least, make a start. I started off great, managing to keep up the first week or so but then it all got pushed to the side when my mental health took a nose dive. Then, the most important thing for me became that. The story went out of my head, the characters left because my mind was focused elsewhere, it needed to be. And that’s ok, life happens. I learnt so much in just that one week and 12,227 words that I certainly don’t regret signing up and I am far from feeling a failure. Instead I’m thinking about all the things I learnt and how they will help me become a better writer in the future.
Here’s what I learnt:
I learnt about the gap. If you’re not aware of what the gap is, let me explain. The gap refers to that space between the story in your head and the story on paper. It goes like this: you think up this story is your head and it’s amazing. The characters are so real, the story is captivating. And then you go to write it and it just doesn’t come out the way you picture it. You can’t find the right words, the right description, it just doesn’t seem…right. Writers hate the gap. It’s our goal to close the gap. And for me, I discovered the gap was large. I had/have the story in my head, the characters are all there, major plot points etc but when it comes to actually getting that out…it all came out a bit wrong. Closing the gap is something I really need to work on.
I learnt writing a book is hard. I mean of course I knew that, if it was that easy everyone would write an award winning novel and get it published straight away. But as I was writing I was really wondering how people do it; like literally. Not only does it take time and talent but also a lot of patience and perseverance. I’m not sure that I will ever have that type dedication. I mean writing a draft is one thing but then reworking and rewriting that draft, pulling it to bits and then having others pull it to bits, sometimes often for years, well, I just don’t know that I’d have that in me. It just makes me admire my favourite authors even more.
I learnt the need to put perfectionism aside. Particularly when writing a first draft. At the beginning it was slow going, I kept rereading over what is written, fixing up parts, trying to get the words just right. Then I realised if I ever wanted to finish I just couldn’t do that. It’s like Shannon Hale said “I’m writing a first draft and reminding myself that I’m simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.” I like that.
I learnt I need to work on my creative writing. Everyday writing, blog posts, opinion pieces, social media, that all comes quite easily to me. Creative writing? Not so much. When I was a kid and into my teenage years it was the only way I would write. But it’s been years. Maybe I’ve lost that, or maybe I just need to find it again. Maybe I need to do some short courses, polish my skills or maybe, just maybe creative writing just isn’t my thing. Time will tell I guess.
I learnt there is always time for writing. Even if your life is busy, you work, you have kids, whatever; you can always make time for writing if you really want to. Simple as that.
And so, that’s what I learnt. If you joined in NaNoWriMo this year I’d love to hear how you found it. What did you learn?
So much to say that I don’t really even know where to start….If you follow me on facebook or instagram you will probably know that I have been struggling a bit with my anxiety lately. Truth is, I’ve been struggling a lot. Sometimes I really hesitate sharing things like that. I’ve always be very open about my battles with anxiety (and in the past, depression) but sometimes I worry. I worry mainly about what people will think of me; that they will think I’m crazy, unstable, weak, weird or unhappy with my life. But actually, none of these things are true at all. And I guess that’s why I choose to share my experience. Because I want to reduce the stigma, I want people to understand that it doesn’t matter who you are, where you come from, what your life is like; anxiety can affect anyone. Men, women, mothers, children, professional people, doctors, lawyers, confident people…anyone. Anxiety is real, it is common and it can be really debilitating. So yes, I’ve been struggling with anxiety and I’m ok with admitting that.
Anxiety has been part of my life…always. It has come and gone in different ways and levels of severity over the years. There have been times when I have gone years without a panic attack and other times when I have been so crippled by them that I couldn’t leave the house. Before having my son, I think I had probably gotten to the place where I was able to talk myself through a panic attack. I would focus on my breathing, do a bit of positive self talk and eventually it would pass. If all else failed I could crawl into my bed and sleep it off. But since becoming a mother I’ve found that my anxiety overall has gone to a new level. I guess it’s the fact that I have this entire other little human being that I am completely responsible for. And of course, as mothers, we always put ourselves last, we run ourselves into the ground, spend a lot of time worrying, looking after everyone else…and feeling guilty. And no longer do I have the opportunity to just sleep it off! When you’re a mum you just have to keep going.
So how did I get here? How did my anxiety get so bad? Well I could tell you the long complicated story of my life, who I am and where I’ve come from; all the things that have made me the type of person who is susceptible to anxiety. Or I could tell you about all of the things that have happened over the past year or so; the big things and the small things that we’ve dealt with that have maybe contributed to my anxiety…but I would be here all day! So instead, let me just try to explain to you what’s been going on the past few months and how my anxiety has spiraled.
One day a few months ago when I was driving my son to kinder I had a really big panic attack. My hubby had recently had gastro and I had been feeling a bit off that morning. The drive to kinder from our house is about fifteen minutes. As I drove I started to feel more and more sick, I felt like I wanted to vomit, or run to the toilet or pass out. My son was chatting non stop (as he does) asking a million questions and I was just trying to focus on driving and not being sick. And then I started to panic. There was nowhere to stop, what if I didn’t make it to the toilets at kinder on time? What if I passed out while driving? What if, what if…and so my mind went and before I knew it I was having a full blown panic attack. By the time I pulled up at kinder I was shaking so bad that I had to get a friend to walk my son into kinder for me. And then of course my son started to panic too; he kept asking what was wrong with me, I just told him I was sick. And then he started to cry “Mummy, when you feel sick I feel sick too.” My heart broke. From that day on, every time I drive to kinder I get anxious and usually end up having a panic attack. I have to take that trip six times a week. It’s exhausting. And now of course I’ve become trapped in that vicious cycle…afraid of when the next panic attack will hit. What if I’m at the shops and it happens? What if I’m driving my car and it happens? Of course the more I think about it and worry about it the more likely it is that it will happen. And so it has. The panic attacks have been coming thick and fast. I feel like I’m standing in an ocean and the waves keep coming. I get knocked down, I stand back up, only to get knocked down again.
I’m pretty good at seeing the warning signs, I know when my anxiety is getting out of control…I spoke about it here not to long ago when I made the decision to give up all the work I was doing from home, thinking this would make a difference and relieve any stress I had…it didn’t. I’ve tried a number of other things too; things that have worked in the past and also new things; from meditation to herbs to crystals and essentials oils and everything in between…. I’ve tried it all. Last week, it eventually got to the point when I knew I needed professional help and so I made myself a doctors appointment. My doctor agreed that at this stage I probably need medication. The thing is, I will need to slowly wean myself off my current medication to then start a new one. Unfortunately this means things are probably going to get worse before they get better. But that’s ok, because if there is one thing that I have definitely have learnt through all my years of suffering from anxiety it’s that I will be ok. This too shall pass. It may get worse, I may have to take some medication short term, I may have some hard work to do but I will get through it. And I will be ok. In the meantime I have a fantastic support crew; my husband, my mum, my sister, my bestie, my boss and all my other friends who have rallied around me these past few months and of course, my lovely blog readers. I know I have lots of people I can call upon, talk to and ask for help if I need it and for that I am forever grateful. Yep, I will be ok.
It’s been over ten years since we moved into our home. We were the first people on the street after building in a brand new estate. In the following few weeks we were joined by three other couples, all around the same age as us at the same stage in their life; moving into their first home, excited and full of dreams for the future.
It was summer and we would often spend our evenings sitting our front in the street chatting away. Time went on. One couple split up and moved out, another couple sold their house and moved to a different town. Today, only two of the four original couples remain, one being us. Our street has slowly turned into a revolving door of renters. The couple who fought loudly all the time, the young group of friends who threw parties and played loud music every weekend, the guy with the loud car that he would start up at 4am every morning, the family who we never saw. They’ve all come and gone. I find myself not even bothering to say hi anymore. I walk quickly to my front door from my car not wanting to make eye contact or engage in conversation. I can’t be bothered and don’t want to be bothered.Part of me doesn’t mind. I quite like just keeping to myself. Our home is our sanctuary and my retreat. But the other part of me is a little sad, that our son isn’t growing up in a neighbourhood where there are other kids his age that he can play with or neighbours that we know well enough to call upon in a time of need.
We’ve been talking a lot lately about moving. It’s an idea we’ve kept coming back to for many years now. And we probably will eventually. This was never meant to be our forever home. But it’s also a scary thing, to leave a home you’ve been in for ten years. And we know that we will struggle to find (and afford) exactly what we want. Blocks of land are so much smaller these days and I think, isn’t it funny, that we’re all so much closer yet more disconnected than ever before. Do you agree?
About a year and a half ago I was sitting at a table at a blogging event when a lady came and sat next to me and introduced herself as Julia. We began talking all things blogging, she told me excitedly that her blog was currently being turned into a book.
“Oh wow, that’s awesome” I said “What’s your blog about?”
She told me she started her blog when she had been diagnosed with bowel cancer a couple of years prior.
“Oh I’m so sorry to hear that, but everything is ok now?” I asked
“Oh no, its terminal” I fell silent in shock, not really knowing what to say. The woman who sat beside me looked like the picture of health; glowing and smiling from ear to ear. Julia went on and told me her blog was called Five Fairies and Fella, she had four young children, all girls. Man, can you even imagine? Being the mother of four young children and knowing that you are going to die…and soon.
Julia’s blog did get turned into a book, it’s called Breakfast, School Run, Chemo. You may have seen her on 60 minutes a few months ago. If you’re part of the blogging community then I’m sure you’ve already heard of Julia and her story. She continued to blog and keep everyone updated on her fight against cancer over the past year. And what a fight it has been. Julia has continued to defy the odds and push for more and more precious time with her family, any little bit she can get. I have read every single one of Julia’s posts yet rarely commented. Why? Because the words have always failed me. My words have never seemed enough. But today I hope that my words might be able to help somehow. Because this week Julia was told there was nothing more that can be done. She is to be discharged into palliative care and her beautiful friends are rallying behind Julia and her family to raise some much-needed funds so that Julia’s husband Gary, will be able to take some time off work and spend it with his wife and girls during this difficult, and precious, time. At last check the count was nearing $30,000.
If you would like to donate (every small amount helps) you can do so here. And if you want to read more about Julia’s story head to her blog here.