A Moment in time!

I have been really busy getting on with my life, at last: trying to build a new life & plan for my future. I have had some incredible moments in the last two weeks as well as the last two years. The moment when I finally received the letter confirming my GRS funding was now available & it was not just a dream was quickly followed by the news from Brighton where I will be having my surgery that all being well I will be able to have my surgery in October this year is something I never dreamed possible.
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Another moment was absolutely priceless when my beloved family & I where all able to go out as a family to celebrate my Mums 81st birthday as Mum, Dad & daughter; just a totally ordinary family but a wonderful day. A moment to truly celibrate.
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It is so important to cherish your health, your family, your friends & for me also my creativity. Sometimes we can take things a little too much for granted. Its only when they are gone you truly appreciate how much you miss them.
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I seem to have moved on mentally & felt completely comfortable with where I am with my life. When I started this journey I was shy, totally devoid of self esteem & confidence. One word one moron, one piece of transphobic abuse & I am not sure I could of coped & then there would have been no where to go. I have had many landmark moments in the last couple of years.
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There was a moment when I pressed a send button to tell my best friend which burst the bubble I had been trying so hard to exist in. There was another when I pushed the same button to send my funds to Belgium for my facial feminisation surgery 18th Dec 2007. From that point on there was no going back. Thankfully I have never ever wanted to & as I did not have a choice there would have been no point. Having the facial feminisation surgery with Dr Dussen on January 23rd 2008 was one of the best decisions of my life & has helped so much with my sense of self & made my transition considerably easier. At the time I had received an unrequested diagnosis by a person who was supposed to be supportive suggesting if I had FFS before my GRS I was clearly not TS. I always needed & intended to have GRS but as no one was going to see that part of my body while I was transitioning I wanted to give myself the best chance of successfully living my life the way I felt was right for me. How I wish that Facial feminisation surgery was considered a primary part of the treatment for all NHS patients with my condition, so that if they felt they needed it, they too could have the mental well being & benefits it provides to our daily lives.
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I had been out for a lovely meal with a dear friend on the previous Thursday & was so sorry to read a day or so later on her blog about the cruel behaviour she some times has to endure. I have been so fortunate to finally just be able to go out & about & generally be treated like anyone else with respect. For a time when I took my Mum & Dad out to celebrate my Mums birthday I was hyper sensitive that some bigot might hurl some abuse & ruin the special day for my Mum. I would still be upset if I was on my own if I received abuse but I am stronger now & providing I was not in a vulnerable situation be able to stand up for myself. I have as much right to be who I am & be where I want to be as anyone else. I never ever expected to be able to feel that way, not from where I started out confidence wise.
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We had a lovely meal out & went to see an art exhibition. Gradually as I have got my life back on track after my referral for funding for GRS was originally rejected a year to the very day I had my FFS on 23rd January 2009, out of the ensuing angst, I had begun to rediscover my creativity. Now like a creative chameleon I just seemed to blend in with my surroundings. This was such a magical moment not just for me but also my parents. I have totally reconnected with the creative part of me that had shut down nearly three years ago. I could see & feel, my emotions finally allowed me to reach inside & let me find that creativity once more. I love oil painting but had been too scared to go there for so long. Now I cannot put my brush down. Where there was once only GD there is now a creative energy that is driving me & I just love feeling like this.
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The day after my Mums birthday I went off to work at the hospital in a lovely state of mind. I had another super day apart from one moment when a childhood friend appeared with his new wife & very young baby. We had known each other from the age of six until I was about 22 years old. I had actually dated his sister. OMG I was sat at a desk 10 feet away from them with a name tag prominently displaying my name. He glanced across at me & there was not one sign of recognition. I was unsure what to say or do. They were there for their baby that was all that mattered. There little child thankfully appeared ok & their visit was a routine one but at that moment when my past collided with my present was quite surreal. I had a very busy productive day. I spent a great evening at an art class & carried on painting late into the night. My brushes were on fire.

On the Wednesday I set off for work again at the hospital. I have been stepping up my work experience & really enjoying being back at work. I was the happiest I had ever felt in my life about going to work that fateful morning. As I was driving I was vaguely aware of an old car in my driver’s rear view mirror & as the traffic in front of me slowed I reacted. The guy driving behind me kept on going. In a moment, all the confidence, all my vanity went out of the window as the car behind slammed into me. I was ok & was fully conscious. I was in shock & felt sick. Time stood still until the lady in the car in front of me which I had been shunted into during the impact, started banging on the window. My wig was perched on my nose & it must have looked like my head had come off to this poor woman. My neck was really stiff but it could have been so much worse if we had been travelling over thirty miles per hour. Thankfully no one was seriously hurt. If my beloved parents or my little dog had been sat with me I shudder to think what may have happened. Both our cars appear to be write offs. I managed to drive on to the hospital to work but was too shaken & advised to go to A & E but I did not want to waste their time. I agreed I would at least see my GP for a check up. My neck became stiffer & my GP sent me back to the very same hospital I had been attempting to work at. I was treated brilliantly & thoroughly looked after. I had only suffered a minor whiplash injury. Pride certainly comes before a fall.
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My insurance company wanted me to seek compensation for the injury & quickly swung into action. I did want any fuss & was just eager to get back to building my new life.
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I am recovering well & fortunately not been too frustrated. I have since been busy at the local zoo over Easter helping to raise nearly another thousand pounds for Cheetahs thanks to the generosity of our visitors. I have had another job offer to help out as a receptionist one day a week, since then. I had another traumatic incident which I pray has a happy ending for a dear friend. I have received some brilliant help from our police force. I have met up with some wonderful friends. My dear Dads footbal team won which cheered him up. We even had some sunshine. I have had a super Easter & finished my first oil painting in three years.

Right now like the Tiger in my painting I am on top of the world, hanging on tight, enjoying the views. I just want to make sure I do not let this feeling escape, so shhhhhhhhh please, do not tell anyone, as it only takes a moment in time!
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The mantra"Plan for tomorrow but live for today" has never felt more true.
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While this post evolves very much around my own little world, my thoughts & prayers are with those dear souls who were caught up in the earthquake tragedy in Italy.
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I hope life has been kind to you.
Take care.
Drive safely.
Love
Debbie

Say a little prayer

Please forgive me my friends, I need a little favour. I am sat here waiting to see my laser lady for the first treatment down below. My tummy is doing cart wheels. I am more afraid of this than the GRS. Ever since my childhood & the pain I suffered there I have felt sad & ashamed of that part of my body. I have to do this. I know I do but I am so scared of the mental anguish, the embarrassment, the uncomfortableness. The shame, not the physical pain. After the incredible euphoric joy I have had recently its reality time, pay back time.

I watch the brave sometimes bewildered children at the hospital where I do voluntary work & am humbled by their courage. They face a journey into the unknown. My heart goes out to each & every one of them.

I was born slightly deformed & my parents were advised I may need major corrective surgery that would have been very invasive at the time. They decided it was best to let nature take its course. No one has the right to make such decisions with a young child's life & I applaud both my parents & the doctors decision. They did the right thing even though my journey has been far from easy I am truly blessed & grateful. My Mum was told I was her last chance of a child & but for the intervention of her doctors & various injections as part of her treatment I probably would never have existed. Perhaps something they did caused me to be born this way but at least they gave my Mum the chance to have a child & me a life. I will never know & certainly blame no one. There would be no point. This was the 1960's & medical science has advanced a long way since but it is also true to say a little knowledge in the wrong hands can be a dangerous thing.

I was not born inter sexed but things were not right there. Parts of that area were not aligned in the right places. I was in & out of the children's hospital with all kinds of infections often in my kidneys until the age of twelve. The medical investigations were often of a very personal nature & very distressing. My dear Mum was always there to hold my hand. Passing stones was so not fun & neither was the persistent cystitis. The nursing staff were so kind to me but those memories still haunt me. Childhood memories of the pain & discomfort I felt with this part of my body are flashing through me head. Puberty was even worse psychologically. I felt so ashamed. I could never ever allow anyone to see that part of my body. Today I face another nemesis.

The dam thing should not be there. I had never hated it its existence before I just felt tremendously sad. The dam thing still exists, its very much alive, how I wish it were dead & gone & this was all over. Transition comes at a price. There are great highs & the darkest of lows. More demons stand in my path today. I hope & pray I pass the test.

My inner child is still very much part of me. If you read this please spare a thought & please if you can, say a prayer for all those children who are going off to hospital to face treatment that really frightens them or even worse those who have parents/doctors who misguidedly for whatever reason decide to play God.

I believe in Angels

I have just been told by my consultant at the hospital that my appeal for funding my GRS has been successful.

I wanted to say a very big Thank you x million for all your kind thoughts.

I never expected the wonderful news I received today. My journey has become very spiritual to me. Mum & I have shared so many tears but I never ever dared dream she would be alongside me supporting me & willing me to be able to have this surgery. Today our prayers were answered. Bless you for helping that to happen.

Later this year or early next year I should be having my gender realignment surgery with Mr Phil Thomas FRCS
Urological Surgeon & the lovely Liz Hills & her team , at
Sussex Nuffield Hospital,
Brighton Sussex.

Miracles can happen
Best wishes
Love
Debbie

PS Please excuse the slightly bizarre photo. It was from April 2007 before my beloved parents had even agreed to meet Debbie & were still in denial. They were continuing to ask me not to transition while they were alive & I was praying for a miracle. Rather like my safari head wear we have all been on a very long journey & come a very long way.

My destiny will be known this Tuesday

My anxiety has been getting worse by the minute. As much as I have tried to keep running from my destiny I had to get the news one day soon. Today I sent an email to the consultant psychiatrist at the hospital who kindly referred me for GRS funding via the NHS asking if they have any news on the appeal for my referral. He had assured me we should have had an answer to the appeal within 2 weeks & it was now well over a month. By lunch time I had received no reply to my email & the postman had been & gone. I had more concerning matters back home. My beloved parents well being is paramount to me.

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This afternoon I took my beloved Mum out to try & cheer her up. The poor love has been really stressed out & felt like she has been living in a cage recently as described in my previous post, "why". I took her shopping to try & find something nice for her birthday. We shared some more priceless time together doing the simple things in life. After tea we went for a picturesque walk along the river with our doggy as the evening sun begun to set.

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I did not see the email reply from my consultants secretary until I returned home at 9 o'clock this evening "Hi Debbie Please can you ring me on the number you have as there is news, but cannot discuss it by e.mail."

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I am due to be volunteering at the hospital all day tomorrow. I appreciated she could not say anything via email. I do not want to let anyone down & not be able to go in on Tuesday. I am not sure if I will be able to concentrate even if I get there but I will try as I may have to take some more time off in the near future. I will sleep on this as best I can & try to decide what is the best thing for me to do. I think I will be phoning my counsellor for advice as soon as I can. It is going to be a long night. My heart is telling me to attend my volunteer session & help out until mid afternoon. I will then probably go to my parents & phone her at a time that is convenient for her. I would not like to miss her & prolong the agony or keep her waiting. I would drive directly over to the hospital but if the news is as I fear it may be I am likely not to be safe to drive my car back home. At the moment I have an appointment to see my counsellor in London this Friday if I am well enough to travel. I am so sorry to have put the poor secretary in this rather difficult situation as she has been so supportive but I need to know my fate & at least the wait may soon be over.

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I found the doors to my destiny in http://beingtruetomyheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/doors-to-my-destiny.html which I posted on the 17th September 2008 after a visit to GRS surgeon Dr Thomas at Brighton. As fate would have it................

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By the end of Tuesday 17th March 2009 the doors to my destiny will be either open or jammed closed, hopefully not for ever. My pathway is out of my control, like so many other unfortunate souls. I am blessed in so many ways & so lucky but tomorrow is going to be a very big challenge. I have so few tears left to spill. I have found my journey has become very spiritual & must keep my faith in God & human nature.

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"Most sacred heart of Jesus I place all my trust in thee"

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Love

Debbie

Why do I still cry when I hear this song?

This Sunday I was on my parents settee snuggling up to my lovely doggy, my little ray of sunshine, feeling very emotional. I seem to be unravelling just now. I looked at my dear Mum all frail & stressed out, worrying about all her aches & pains, the bills but worst of all the son she never had. The grown up child, thats never left the nest. I feel so tired, torn apart. I hoped I had gone beyond the guilt I feel, at putting my loved ones through all this hell. As Mum imparts her world is closing in, it feels like a cage, as her 81st birthday fast approaches my hearts ripped open.
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Then a song being played on the television jolts me back in time to the early 90's before I disclosed my truth, passed on my disease, my condition to destroy my Mum & Dads world for ever. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wk4lCXt7JKo&feature=PlayList&p=384090F33BB5A590&index=3

"Why" by ANNIE LENNOX
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How many times do I have to try to tell you.

That I'm sorry for the things I've done.

But when I start to try to tell you.

That's when you have to tell me.

Hey... this kind of trouble's only just begun.

I tell myself too many times.

Why don't you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut.

That's why it hurts so bad to hear the words.

That keep on falling from your mouth.

Falling from your mouth.

Falling from your mouth.

Tell me...Why.

WhyI may be mad.

I may be blind.

I may be viciously unkind.

But I can still read what you're thinking.

And I've heard it said too many times.

That you'd be better off.

Besides...Why can't you see this boat is sinking(this boat is sinking this boat is sinking).

Let's go down to the water's edge we can cast away those doubts.

Some things are better left unsaid.

But they still turn me inside out.

Turning inside out turning inside out.

Tell me...Why.

Tell me...Why.

This is the book I never read.

These are the words I never said.

This is the path I'll never tread.

These are the dreams I'll dream instead.

This is the joy that's seldom spread.

These are the tears...The tears we shed.

This is the fear.

This is the dread.

These are the contents of my head.

And these are the years that we have spent.

And this is what they represent.

And this is how I feel.

Do you know how I feel'cause i don't think you know how I feel.

I don't think you know what I feel.

I don't think you know what I fear.

You don't know what I fear.

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My anxiety is off the scale. I am in a catch 22 situation. I do not know which way to turn! I dare not see my doctors or share my concerns with my loved ones & worry them even more. I needed to let my pain out here. My gender stuff is going fine, I tick all the boxes, I meet the surgeons & consultant psychiatrists requirements, its just a physical surgical requirement to correct a defect, yet I cannot trust them not to twist this round to a mental health condition to suit the Primary Care Trusts cunning plan. Do I get back to the consultant who launched my appeal & promised me a reply within 14 days or should I sit & wait? As it turned out I emailed them the following day.
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There are other personal issues spinning in my head. The bars of that song still echo through my thoughts. I am feeling too tired & emotionally exhausted to even visit my counsellor. I need some coping strategdy not medication. I will be alright, as long as my Mums well being is not effected but its so hard to keep going. The song is much more applicable to a loving couple than a mother & daughter but it still cuts through me. How you find the courage to get through this tragic situation with a dear wife & children I will never know, just how you survive all the hurt. My heart just could not cope. My heart goes out to you. This life can be so cruel. I feel so vulnerable when I need to be so strong. This is not a cry for help. It just a brain dump, scream on my blog as too how I feel right now. I needed to rest & wanted to slow down & may need to take a break for a short while. Little did I know my fate had already been decided.

Ghosts in the Darkness

I am battling my own ghosts in the darkness just now & feel like I may be cast into a wilderness at any moment unless I hold my nerve & choose the right path forward. In reality I feel kind of powerless, as I probably may not get the chance to choose my path but somewhere deep inside me, I at least may still have the strength to choose how I feel.

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I am reminded of a scene I witnessed on a holiday of a lifetime in 2002 with some dear artistic friends, on my first visit to Africa. An incredible drama unfolded before my eyes. We had spent several magical hours watching a water hole in Savuti , Botswana, an eerie dusty timeless wilderness. The stage was set to watch one of nature’s most fascinating wild theatres. This was the only water for miles around & attracted all kinds of migrating wildlife. There was a certain pecking order as to which species was allowed to drink at any one time. Elephants ruled in day light & it was a joy to watch all the playful interactions & jousting. There were herds of Impala, Wart hogs, Jackals & all kinds of bird life. As darkness descended the hierarchy changed. As the Sun began to descend really quickly, the scene was bathed in a golden glow & there was a sense of the most wonderful peace & tranquillity.
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As the light faded into darkness, a group of lionesses appeared from stage right, within minutes of the last elephant disappearing from view. They had been patiently waiting in stealth in the meagre brush which provided limited cover some 500 yards away. Playfully they frolicked around taking in water & the scent of all the thirsty visitors who had only recently paid a visit to “Café Graze”. Those seasoned travellers in our group realised it was too dark to take good photo’s with such limited light. One of the pitfalls on such a trip is that you can easily spend too long behind the lens & not enough just appreciating the whole experience. As a complete novice, transfixed (no pun intended) by the magic unfolding before my eye’s I greedily tried to suck every part of the experience into my memory banks, as well as continuing to futile continue taking photographs. The last blurry photographs of which are included above. I planned on one day using them for a painting but fortunately this time, while planning for tomorrow, I was certainly living for the present day.

What a privilege this was. A million miles away from civilisation & my normal day to day existence, this was an almost celestial experience an exotic mixture of animal heaven, that tickled all my senses. I felt so alive, like never before. Bizarrely I had also never felt more alone in my life, even though I was surrounded by friends. This was like living the most surreal of dreams, almost primeval & totally in tune with nature.

The lions never see us while we are in the vehicle, even though we felt at times like meals on wheels. We were quite safe. They just see a large shape which they assume is too big to be considered as pray, which was quite ironic. Mankind all too easily looks down on these beasts as natural born killers when it is us who should perhaps question our own morality. Should you break the outline of the truck for a moment with a sudden movement or noise & connect with their gaze it is a look you well never ever forget that goes right through you with a mixture of curiosity & total distane. If you ever fell out of the vehicle & tried to run you would look like an easy lunch & be in dead trouble. This was a unique moment in time, a vista that was all about nature, not machismo & mankind, yet.............
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As we continued to watch, the silence was deafening. You could hear nothing for miles, not a sound. As the lionesses busied themselves, another character joined the cast. Waiting & watching from the wings just like us, a young lion appeared (photo top right). It seemed like an outsider yet the pride of lionesses seemed at ease with the stranger. Nervously it stepped out of the shadows. This was not the entrance of a magnificent macho king of the beasts. May be this character had not read the script or perhaps they had had enough of playing a role they were never at ease with. Perhaps they just longed to be accepted as part of the pride, the society it felt most comfortable with. The outsider was being tolerated. For what ever reason, this lion was accepted into the pride. I expect I was the only one on our truck that was seeing this unfold from my own unique angle of vision. Even on a trip of a lifetime in such a mind blowing wilderness, dysphoria was still leaking from my soul, through the pores of my skin.
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I was enthralled to watch the outsider become more & more integrated with the group. Gradually you could see the new arrival come alive. No longer isolated, the outsider had discovered peace for themselves, that only a short time ago had seemed a distant dream. For a brief moment I was as one with the outsider silently cheering their new found freedom & acceptance. They had worked so hard for their success & risked so much. I wanted to scream out loud & share my secret with the world, which was at the time my truck of artist buddies, but I remained in stasis, silent at this point. To see my favourite characters success was heart warming & inspirational. How I had wished my life could be like this, yet in the back of my mind an all too familiar nagging little negative voice began squealing.
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Just as it seemed like there was to be a happy ending to the drama, the plot took a dramatic harrowing twist. Peace & tranquillity was replaced by an air of menace & foreboding. Lions are very family orientated but they can be ruthless cold hearted killers. Like Ghosts in the darkness two very large fat bloated cats bolted out from the tundra ,where they had been sleeping off the benefits of the sumptuous meal, the kill, that had been provided by the determined team work of the pride. They roared their contempt for the outsider, long & loud, which signalled their presence for miles around. Their roar like their icy stare, cuts you to the bone. These kings of the beasts ruled this primeval kingdom. Did this piffling outsider not know their rules? They quickly dispatched the poor creature off to oblivion, by chasing after the newcomer to frighten the poor soul away, possible for ever. We never saw the outsider again.

Initially I was more concerned for the lions well being than the where abouts of the poor love in spite of it being chased off right towards our near by campsite. Showering that evening with my imagination running riot got me into a bit a of a lather & I think we all set personal best times for our showers that night. Camping in the bush, you have to be quite open minded. This was after all the animals kingdom, not ours. At the same time this was natures world & the world would be a better place if we were all able to tolerate, & respect each other & live together in it. Humanity has a lot to answer for. This most amazing life enriching experience on a Botswana evening has left me with the memory of this broken dream, which still haunts me & lives long in my heart.
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Life in the wilderness can be brutal & change in an instant, just as it can in our every day lives.
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The whole world seems in turmoil, gripped with the doom & gloom of worldwide recession, fear & wars . We all seem to have our own worries. My heart goes out to each & everyone who is suffering. Sometimes I feel like a foolish emotional sponge trying to soak up all the tears of the world. My way of dealing with my fears is by running from my ghosts. I need to count my blessings & hang on to the positive things in my life. I have continued to push myself too hard in an attempt to keep going & perhaps been neglecting my family & friends, as the wheels have started to come off recently. I am full of self doubt & desperately fighting off self pity, yet I know how lucky I am. I am still struggling to sleep properly as that seems to be when my ghosts come a calling. My anxiety screams to me ever louder as I lunge between great sadness, frustration & occasional muted anger as I struggle along my pathway in life. I focus on the wise words of Martin Luther King Jr
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“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that".
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My thoughts & prayers go out to all our friends. I value our friendships so much. I enjoy your successes such as dear Nicky & Rebecca, & share your sadness. A very special inspirational friend who I feel blessed to know, Lori D, who gives so much of herself to others, needs our love & prayers just now. http://lorisrevival.blogspot.com/2009/03/theres-grand-canyon-between-you-and-me.html .
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Peace be with you.
Love
Debbie

Angels

Life has been really challenging recently but with Angels for friends & celestial Angels guiding me on this journey I have managed to find the spirit to keep going. I have been immersed in a waterfall of emotions & been so blessed to experience so many heartwarming emotions in the last seven days.
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Shrove Tuesday is a term used in the UK & a number of other countries for the day preceding the first day of the Christian season of fasting and prayer called Lent. The festival is widely associated with the eating of foods such as pancakes, and often known simply as Pancake Day, originally because these used up ingredients such as fat and eggs, the consumption of which was traditionally restricted during Lent. I love Pancakes. The ones my dear Mum makes are my favourite meal.
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I may perhaps be slightly biased but I am convinced my Mum makes the best pancakes in the world. We only have them once or twice a year. This year was our first Pancake Day as Mother & daughter. My Mum is slightly old fashioned in her outlook regarding cooking & had been very reluctant to allow Dad or I to help her. She used to stress about “Pancake day” & run around determined to do everything herself. This year she took down the barriers & welcomed me in to her secret pancake cooking world. We had such fun & I feel so blessed to have had this opportunity to share such a day with my beloved Mum & Dad.
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Tuesday evening, a dear friend who had just undergone major surgery on her vertebrae which could have resulted in her being completely paralysed phoned me to save me from worrying about her. I had arranged to visit her in hospital on the Wednesday when I was due to be volunteering but fortunately her surgery had gone so well she was able to come home early. She had shown the most incredible courage & spirit. She is a really inspirational true friend. I was determined to go along to my art class for the first time this year, to support the teacher who is a very kind friend. Sadly her Mum had passed away only last week. She too showed incredible courage to take the class. She wanted to try to keep busy & did not want to let anyone down. How selfless she had been. Her beloved Mum would have been so proud of her.
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Wednesday was the best day at work I have ever had in my life. It was so uplifting, life affirming & humbling. Working with some of the brave patients & watching in total admiration & respect as the Angels, the wonderful nurses, working in the children’s outpatients, went about their incredible duties. They had the most wonderful motherly instincts for each & every child & guardian who came through the doors. They were so kind, so compassionate so utterly caring. This was the NHS at its best. The staff were so in tune with the needs of their patients. Nothing was too much trouble. Everything was explained to try to put the children & their parents at ease.
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The health & safety rules mean many of the girly pleasures I have so enjoyed are forbidden. You must have bare lower arms. No jewelry, no nail polish, no rings, bracelets, piercings or wrist watches. As they are rules which help prevent infections it is a minor sacrifice, well worth adhering to.
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During the morning I was privileged to meet the most amazing young patient. She was only ten years old & had already had major transplant surgery. She had to use a wheelchair & due to the treatment she had received been unable to grow normally. Her restricted growth had caused her to appear physically more like a child half her age. She was unfortunately an all too frequent visitor to the hospital. When ever she had to attend hospital she always enjoyed counting all the money that had been kindly donated in the charity collection box. She was so grown up for her age, so alive & so determined to get on with her young life. While we were chatting it gave her Dad time to relax a little. She mentioned she had recently met a well known film star. I expected her to enthuse about her experience but far from being overawed by him she was actually disappointed. He had appeared to be very patronising & talked down to her. He had assumed because of her outward appearance that she was just a child. She was so down to earth about this unfortunate experience. For one so young she was incredibly wise. With my very limited life experiences with children she may well have been politely warning me not to behave in a similar fashion. I hope I never ever judge anyone by their appearance & always treat them with the respect they deserve.
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I spent the day doing what ever I could to help out. Sometimes I had to do basic admin duties. Sometimes helping patients with directions, or just making their experience a little less stressful. I wished I could do more to help but was just so grateful for the whole heart warming experience.
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Towards the end of the day I was asked to check through some donated video’s & Teddy Bears that had been donated to make sure they were in a suitable condition to be sold to raise funds for the children. Any that were unsuitable or warn out were to be thrown out. The videos were all appropriate & only a couple were slightly worn out. I did not enjoy the responsibility of being the Simone Cowell of the Teddy Bear Auditions. Thankfully every one of the Teddy bears were fit & well, as I could never have voted for anyone of them to be sent to the Teddy Bears graveyard. I have a Teddy Bear of my own who I love dearly, he is in the photo top right of this post. Little does he know but one day soon he may find himself volunteering to be a "Pat dog" with me at the hospital. Teddy's are such great therapy!
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I was made to feel valued as part of the team, by the busy nurses. who were doing all the very important work. I felt so humble & so blessed to have experienced such a magical day.
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During one evening of what had been such an enlightening week I was saddened to find not all Angels are angelic. The Angels forum I belong to, which is a support group from which I have been so fortunate to find like minded compassionate friends, had been poisoned by a small but very selfish intolerant gaggle of heartless creatures.
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Thursday I took my Mum to her hairdressers & did the first part of the weekly shop. On the way home she insisted I checked my post to see if I had received any news about my appeal regarding the NHS funding of my GRS. This has cast a shadow over all our lives but together we have kept going. Every time the postman comes I wonder what news he will bring.
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Mums intuition was right there was a letter from the NHS trust on my mat. Once the shopping was put away we went up to my old bedroom at my parents home as we had done so many times before in crisis. My dear Mum came & sat alongside me clutching her Rosary. We said our prayers together. Tears were already streaming down my face. My future lay inside this envelope. At least that is what it felt like. As I opened it, I was aware of my Mum holding me tightly to comfort me. Our bond was closer than ever, our love unquestioned. The letter proved to be a cruel anticlimax as it contained only a duplicate copy of the appeal letter that had been written by my consultant & not the outcome. I have been fighting with the return of my depression & I could easily have slipped backwards. I so hope I can give up self pity & feeling depressed for Lent!
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Saturday I managed to attend a volunteer training day at the local tourist attraction I have helped out at for many years. Sunday I worked as a volunteer with another lovely friend helping to collect nearly £500 selling tombola tickets to be used to help raise awareness for endangered Cheetahs. My hard working kind friend co ordinates the tombola which has helped raise over £58,000 for charitable causes in the last year. She works tirelessly for wildlife conservation for which we both share a great passion.
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During parts of the last seven days I have really struggled with my emotions. I have cried too much & slept too little but I am trying with all my heart to keep going while I still can.
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Everything does seem to happen for a reason. What the letter from the NHS Trust did do, was make me fully appreciate what wonderful experiences I do have, rather than what I have never had. My Mum & Dads unconditional love & support are so precious to me. My friends incredible spirit & those of the patients & nurses I have been so blessed to experience, have made the last seven days a truly remarkable week.
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I can thoroughly recommend volunteer work, further details for UK opportunities can be found on http://www.do-it.org.uk/
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My heart has been truly touched by Angels.
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May your week be full of peace & happiness.
Love
Debbie