We chose to live where we do for the tranquil quality we appreciate and treasure – to be on the doorstep of a National Park, River and Beach which for a large part are unscathed by man. City life is just not our speed.
We respect our environment and care for it as much as we can and help annually with a river and beach clean up which incorporates educating the local youth about the importance of reducing, re-using and recycling as well as being part of a team of committed folk who donate food, clothing and the like plus our time once a month to distribute these goods to the youngsters who bring plastic containers and tins to school for recycling further helping to keep our environment clean and encouraging them to be proud of where they live.
There is also my involvement as Chair for our Community Police Forum and Neighbourhood Watch initiatives which boils down to a semi full time job sans remuneration but makes me no less committed. My resolve is occasionally tested though, as a curve ball gets thrown our way and we have to endure unnecessary stress of people violating our rights by holding illegal protests and burning vehicles which throes me into endless texting and phone calls to determine who, what, when, how and why all the while trying to reassure a village we are safe.
It is a harsh reminder of how volatile life can be. We enjoy the comfort of our daily lives and then in a heartbeat it changes. I don’t believe we are unique by any means, we just feel it more being such a small community.
Then everything settles and returns to normal and just as I breathe a sigh of relief, the next hurdle gets put in front me to test my resolve with the news of scary things, things I don’t know how to comprehend or how to deal with so I throw myself at the internet trying desperately to find answers.
Dad was diagnosed with kidney cancer and was quickly in surgery to remove his left kidney. Test results were positive, all the cancer was removed with the kidney, then quickly comes the news of lung cancer. I have truly never experienced anything as traumatic and scary in my 43 years. I have never felt such pain. Deep! Right to my core. Daddy is both mentally and physically strong and at 73 has never been sick or seen the inside of a hospital for anything other than visiting someone else. I can’t begin to comprehend what he and Mommy have felt through all of this. They are remarkable and nothing will get them down, nothing! Dad’s positive attitude has been inspiring to see. We are in the midst of Dad’s treatment and believe he is already cancer free. Believe it with us, and if you can, please light a candle for Daddy, he is a special man who deserves all the love in the world.
During the same time as finding out about Dad’s cancer, my cousin was involved in a motorcycle accident, which resulted in his left leg being amputated. What a remarkable young man – his attitude, like Dad’s is awe inspiring and his being able to get back up and at em is wonderful to see.
My family has been tested the past while, not about how much we love each other and how we all stand strong together but how much we can actually deal with all the while still smiling. ♥