It’s no longer a secret that Churchill had a minor stroke in 1949 and a second major stroke at the age of 78 in 1953 which was kept secret until his death in 1965 . It’s known that he had paralysis down his left side as well as facial droop. The Crown made a plot point of both strokes but there was no physical change with the exception of a minor change to his left hand . No facial drooping , no change in mobility . He used a cane both pre and post stroke. It’s not easy to keep a stroke hidden especially when you’re a public figure who appears on admittedly low definition black and white camera . Then the series made it seem like only a few weeks until he was fully recovered . While his recovery was indeed rare especially during the 1950s , I can’t imagine it took mere weeks . And while every stroke is unique as is each person’s ability to recover , the stroke that almost took his life as it’s now referred to , couldn’t have been entirely overcome in less than a month .
Heart surgery , a massive stroke I have yet to completely overcome and now another major surgery in a year and 3 months. I mentioned in August that I had a pelvic ultrasound and I was worried about getting more bad news , well after an MRI to confirm what the ultrasound caught and to catch another thing, I learned that I have cysts on my ovaries , my fallopian tubes are engorged and my uterine lining is doing something akin to endometriosis but isn’t that and apparently I need a full hysterectomy . I’m not sure I can summon the strength to go through another surgery . Yes I know the saying that which doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger. But seriously how much fucking stronger do I have to be ? Really , I want to know . Medically , this has been the worst year of my life . but I’ve been dealt a shitty hand most of my life . From physical abuse to emotional abuse to multiple rapes , I have endured as only a woman can I’ve seen the ugly side of life .The side no one should ever see .And have not complained or whined . I’ve stayed strong . In fact , I am the strongest person I know . So seriously , HOW MUCH FUCKING STRONGER DO I NEED TO BE? After MANY bad relationships I have finally found happiness with a remarkable man and it’s killing me that I have to rely on him so much so soon, we haven’t even been married a year yet I feel like he’s not getting my best and he deserves that and so much more .
So here I sit , in my medical lift chair at 4 in the morning, listening to the rain fall against the window, crying my eyes out , doing something I don’t do , whining about how unfair my life is and hating myself for it .Well I guess I should take comfort in the fact that in a few months I’ll be able to wear white pants again . I usually post a picture or two and this one encapsulates perfectly how I feel about my life right now .
There’s a reason we humans are called the human race . We’re always in a rush . it starts in childhood with the rush to grow up.Weather it’s wearing makeup and high heels or shaving and getting to drive , nothing happens fast enough . I’ll never understand the urge to rush through this short life, it’s the only one we get after all . Should we really be lamenting our childhood that flew by too quickly while we’re still children ?
But it doesn’t stop when we’re grown , or even when we enter our golden years . For example , my 74 year old mother is always saying it’s summer when it’s barely spring or it’s winter in early October , and while I always call her on it , she still living in the future . I have yet to try, “there are faster ways to get to the grave, but that’s coming soon. It’s not just individual people either . Yesterday was November 1st and I heard the first Christmas carol of the year !
It should be noted that I HATE Christmas carols more than any other music and to be subjected to them for over two months a year every time I leave the house is tantamount to torture for me . But , thanks to the brilliantly funny mind of Eric Idle, I now have a song for Christmas that I LOVE . Here it is for all of you , who , like me , despise the holiday hype .
Last night, my wonderful husband took me to see the incomparable John Cleese and Eric Idle, live in concert. When I was a teenager, I was the only girl I knew of that liked Monty Python. They were controversial to say the least. Their rebellious comedy had me hooked, and the accents, those wonderfully educated british accents, saying the silliest things I’d heard. Then,three years. ago, I met a British man with the same humour, and I snapped him up.
These two funny men had me laughing harder than I have since before my stroke. They put on a thoroughly entertaining retrospective of their life’s work with terrific antidotes along the way. The songs were a lot of fun, especially the last one which is my new favorite Christmas carol. ( who do I have to vivisect for a copy? ) Their irreverence towards life and especially death was just what I needed to hear. Along with an audience laughing, gasping and groaning appropriately.
I’m currently in the middle of my second cold in 3 weeks. Being sick really puts me in a foul mood. So, I’ve been trying to find something positive to fill my days. That positive thing has been where I’d want to travel, when finally out of my wheelchair. Because of my stroke last August, the trip I’d been thinking about taking to Russia last October was scrapped. Honesty, the thought of traveling with my wheelchair seems far too difficult. So I’ve been daydreaming of my next trip, that will likely happen years from now. I’m a lover of history, architecture, art and food. This trip will feed the need for all those things. Also it should be mentioned that I hate hot weather and beaches, which is why this will be a fall/winter trip.
Beginning in October of the year ? ? my husband and I will fly to St.Petersburg, Russia, where I can finally get to see architecture like this in person.
Eat real borscht and caviar.
And finally get to see the treasures housed inside the Hermitage museum without having to be online at googleartproject.com
Next, we’ll be off to Berlin, Germany the one city in Germany, I want to see, mostly because of the fallen wall and the older part of the city.
But also for the comfort food of my childhood made by experts.
Berlin is home to plenty of museums, but the one at the top of my list is their natural history museum, the museum fur Naturkunde.
The last stop on this historic European dream vacation will be a commune that dates back to 2000 BC! We’ll be off to the Cote d’azure in southeastern France to the gorgeous commune of Eze, lcoated between Nice and Monaco . Eze is known for its art scene and it’s gastronomic delights. There are no vehicles allowed in Eze and there are steps everywhere, so it’s imperative that I be able to walk, by the time we go.
I already know which hotel we’ll be staying in, the Chateau Eza, pricey, but we’ve got years to save up.
Then, there’s the food. Being on the Mediterranean, seafood is a specialty. Being in France, you can besure it’ll be great.
Then it will be back home, though not historic, is still a pretty nice place to live.
Can’t wait to turn the dream into reality,
This year, as my abilities have changed, I started looking into creative costuming for people, like myself, in wheelchairs .I was pleasantly surprised to see a ton of great ideas for kids, so I thought I’d share them here, starting with some nerdy favourites
Then some very creative and not so nerdy entries.
That’s it for the kids costuming.