Gotta love Stamping with Denise

For you stampers/scrappers you have to check out this lady's blog. I follow it faithfully on my blog.

http://denisesstampingpage.blogspot.com/

Rain in Vancouver

Yes another rainy day - it was over 10 degrees Celius but it didn't feel over 1. It was so cold and windy. It literally poured all day.

Beauty All Around

It is because of my son's recent illness that I find myself in a most unusual situation. For the first time in my life (literally), I have time to spend doing . . . nothing. I can move to the beat of my own drum. I have few demands on my time other than visiting my son during the day at the hospital. I can take projects with me to work on in the hospital room and then my evenings are all for me. So what is it I want to do? Who am I after 58 1/2 years of living?

Well, I am loving the little things in life - the scent of the lillies in my apartment when I walk in the door, the sight of the flowers on my walk home, the moss on the trees on the street, the sound of my girls' voices on the phone - I could go on forever. I am enjoying taking each moment to appreciate where I am, what I am doing, and how I feel.

So enjoy these quick shots taken on my cell phone on the walk home today. I love to look at them.

Happy Mothers Day to me

Tom and I had an amazing dinner at The Red Door on Granville St. & W 14th Avenue. Tom had the Shaking Beef Tenderloin and I had the Coconut Masala Shrimp and we shared a jasmine rice. My Masala was a bit hot even though I asked for it to be mild. The hightlight was the wine - Peony Gwertzenheiminer (spelling is bad). I was also given a free Mimosa to start the dinner and we ended with an amazing Mango Ice Cream. Wow, what a great meal.

Mother's Day Celebrations - For My Mom

There isn't a day that I don't talk to my Mom. As I go through this special time of trial and tribulation with Chris, I call out to my Mom. She hugs me and holds me close and tells me "It will be ok."

You filled my days with rainbow lights,

Fairytales and sweet dream nights,

A kiss to wipe away my tears,

Gingerbread to ease my fears.

You gave the gift of life to me

And then in love, you set me free.

I thank you for your tender care,

For deep warm hugs and being there.

I hope that when you think of me

A part of you

You'll always see.

Burn out

Last week was a dreadful week at ICU. Starting with the emergency colectomy on Good Friday, and another surgery on Sunday night to flush and clean the site, and then the final closing surgery on Wednesday night. Add to that the prediagnosis of chicken pox on Thursday and hellish nurses all week, and you have the worst week so far. We called on Polly the social worker on Thursday and set up meetings with her and the ICU doctors on Friday.

We had an awesome meeting with Polly and a great meeting with the administrator, Dr. Hemeed, the ICU surgeon, Dr. Branbrook, and our nurse at the time, Debra. We felt heard, reassured, updated etc. So why - why - do I still feel so defeated and done? How much more can Chris be put through? When will he get a break?