Friday 16 May 2008

Miscellaneous Updates!


Today I was reading the latest post from Confessions of a Rotten Correspondent, who decided to do an update of all the recent tales she had told about people, that had no out come and had left people wondering........
I must admit there are things that people might be wondering about our lives, so I have copied her excellent idea.

Well the first update is that Japan is managing quite alright without my family! That is rather silly! I just wanted to put in an unusual picture. However, as it depicts a festival of some kind, thought I would give you an update on the May Day activities.
In my post about Morris dancing, here  I told how I'd made a pair of trousers for Sam in very bright colours for him to take part in a display. Some people outside this country didn't know what Morris dancing was, so we put in a link and if you still have difficulty with this, you will be able to look it up.
On the morning of the display, Kaiko was not in the mood to go, as I suppose being her day off she wanted to chill out instead. I think you have to be English to do this mad sort of thing, anyway! So Sam took the children with him early and it was arranged that Harry and I would follow in our own time. It was quite a journey to go, so we didn't want to be stranded there all day.
Harry & I were about to start out on the journey and suddenly received a phone call from Sam, asking if we could bring a spare pair of pants for Amber as she had sat on a dog poo which was on a wall that she was sitting on. Dirty but clever dog to do that on a wall, which makes me think it must have been a fox.
As an afterthought he said, "Oh and would you bring some sewing equipment as the trousers need repairing."
Well, I thought this last bit was a wind up about my sewing, but I did slip in a needle and thread just in case.

When we got there, I quickly changed Amber's trousers & gave her hands a good wash. Then I asked Sam about the trousers and the whole Morris dancing troupe were falling about laughing as  one of the back pockets had almost been forced off. Sam had stuffed it with wallet & phone & obviously had put too much in there. Nothing at all to do with my sewing! 
Anyway, it was good fun watching the dancers & all the locals seemed to enjoy it as much as we did.

You might be all wondering what the outcome is of our son in law, who had a brain tumour removed recently. Unfortunately, it is not a good one, as the test revealed that it was a secondary tumour from the malignant melanoma that he had removed from his shin twelve years earlier. It was a tiny mole that had started to bleed and irritate when he put his socks on.
He is going to have radio therapy but we have been warned that it can't be cured and will keep coming back and no one knows where it will strike next or how long it will take. So this has been a terrible shock.
I feel I need to warn everyone to check your moles out, as I'd hate any one else to have to go through the same thing as our family is right now. 
Sorry to leave on a rather sad note...........

20 comments:

Unknown said...

Very funny about the pants and the dog poo!

So sorry to hear about the son in law. I've gotten some of my moles checked by they keep telling me they are normal. Makes me feel paranoid!

I sure wish there was better news about him.

the rotten correspondent said...

That is terrible news. I'm so very sorry.

The dog poo cracked me up! On a wall??

Mrs. Fox said...

Certainly drives homes the importance of treasuring each day. You and yours are in my prayers.

aims said...

Oh Maggie! I'm so sorry about your son-in-law. I have been wondering how things were going. We can only keep our fingers crossed that it waits a long time before reappearing.

Nora said...

I have a lot of moles and I have always had them and never worry about them. I suppose I should only worry if they change or start to bleed or something like that, right?

Sorry about your son in law. Scary how something so small can be so dangerous. That's a tough sentence to live under.

Cath said...

Oh Maggie how sad. What a difficult time for you all, and very sound advice too.

It is good that you can still find moments to smile and I wish you all the very best. Radiotherapy is gruelling - for everyone. Just take time out for yourselves too. This is not selfish - it helps. I always say to "carers" - look after yourself; if not for you, for them (the sick ones) because if YOU go down, what are the consequences? So take some time for yourselves to recharge, even if this means not visiting one day, and don't feel guilty. Whilst in hospital for treatment, he has professionals to care for his every need. Who cares for your daughter and you? Exactly. I rest mu case.

((((HUGS)))) galore and much love.

Laura Jane Williams said...

Gosh, my thoughts are with your son-in-law... x

Working Mum said...

Have been wondering about your son in law. My thoughts are with you and your family. Keep positive.

Georgina said...

Hi Maggie, I called in to see you. I'm so sorry about your son in law, it doesn't sound good at all and it's such a terrible thing to live with, waiting should this terrible thing to strike again.

I'm glad my blog made you smile at such a sad time. It's funny how we both blogged poo and my other horse is called Sam, but he definitely doesn't wear trousers! Spooky. Have a good W/E and thinking of you and your family. Debs x

Flowerpot said...

I'm so sorry about that news - but loved the pants and dog poo story. Yes we must make teh most of every hour..

Anonymous said...

Sitting on dog poo is just the sort of thing Amy would do. In fact, she has sat on sheep poo many a time and that's almost as bad!

I am so sorry to hear about your son-in-law. I'm not surprised it was a shock, my love and prayers to you and the family.

Crystal xx

Suburbia said...

Hi Maggie, Sorry to hear about your son-in-law. A shock indeed. So scary it all came from a mole.
Hugs to you all.
On a lighter note (I hope) I have tagged you. I hope you don't mind, please don't feel obliged. I quite like to have them sometimes for when I don't have much to write about, so you can save it for whenever you want if you like!

Gone Back South said...

Sorry to hear that too. Not an easy thing to deal with.

david mcmahon said...

Oh, Maggie,

I do wish the news was better for your son-in-law.

My thoughts and prayers are with him and of course with every member of your family.

Carolyn said...

Awful news about your SIL and thanks for the reminder to check our moles. I'm obsessed with checking mine and interestingly there's a side benefit to visiting an acupuncturist - mine always inspects my moles as he is treating me.

On a lighter note, the ripped pocket and the poo on the wall? Hilarious. Take care, eh.

Debra in France said...

I am so sorry to read about your son in law. What a terrible thing for you all to go through.

I did laugh about the dog poo though. We have geese and they poo everywhere, and it's green poo as they eat so much grass!

Liz Hinds said...

Sad news about s-i-l but as long as they can treat it there's hope. And there's prayer.

I wanted to call our daughter Amber but Husband wouldn't. I love the name.

Shame about the poo though ...

Stinking Billy said...

Commiserations, Maggie, but a miracle can never be completely counted out. We hear of new ones every day.

'Tumour', though, has to be the ugliest word in the English language.

Anonymous said...

I am so very sorry to hear about your son-in-law. That is just awful news. Just keep the faith and hope. Miracles do happen.

I laughed about Amber and Sam. Good thing you were there to come to the rescue. It sounds like it was a very nice day, dog poo aside. I am glad you were able to be a part of the festivities.

I hope you have a peaceful week!

XOXO

Maggie May said...

Thank you EVERY ONE for your kind thoughts & remarks about the family situation! We HAVE to laugh otherwise we would all go crazy!
Glad the dog (fox) poo lightened up the page! Surprising how a poo can do that!

I agree whole heartedly with Billy! The word "tumour" has to be the ugliest of English words! And who knows if a miracle is round the corner?