tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11169174941711602742024-02-19T01:42:24.138-07:00Momma's Losing It !?!Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.comBlogger174125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116917494171160274.post-47252949823233636132015-09-11T12:21:00.001-06:002015-09-11T12:21:13.993-06:00Almost a year has gone by.....This post is long overdue. There have been a bunch of changes in our lives in the last year.<br />
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ASD diagnosis<br />
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On February 2nd Robbie received his autism spectrum disorder diagnosis. I was expecting the diagnosis and was still surprised when they said autism. Having the diagnosis explains so much. I have done a lot of reading and trying to understand how this affects our family.<br />
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Homeschooling<br />
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In August we had enough of the school not following his IPP and decided to homeschool. It really wasn't a snap decision although it may seem like it. We have wanted to homeschool since day 1, now the timing was right. We are just finishing our first week of homeschool and it is going well.Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116917494171160274.post-18513881306095083742014-09-20T23:09:00.000-06:002014-09-20T23:09:26.908-06:00One Year<div style="text-align: center;">
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One year. 365 days. 52 weeks. 12 months. No matter how I phrase it that is the amount of time that has passed since I attempted suicide. Obviously I was not successful and while I was at my deepest, darkest moment I could not remember about those that loved me. Actually I thought I was doing something good for them as they would no longer have to deal with me and my issues. Of course I was wrong in that feeling, my family and friends would have had to deal with the pain of my death.</div>
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I have heard many times how selfish suicide is. While I can understand why people say that I know truth. Most people who attempt suicide are doing so because in misguided belief that their family/friends would be better off without them. </div>
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This last year has been hard. I have grown a lot and have suffered a lot. I am a different person then I was a year ago. I know that I am loved. I know that Sean and Robbie need me and want me to be here. I know that while I have no close friends I do have people I can call on when I need help.</div>
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With the suicide of Robin Williams there was a saying going around on facebook "don't take a permanent solution to fix a temporary problem". Suicide is just that,a permanent solution to what is really a temporary problem. Even though the darkness that depression brings feels like it will never end, it can and will come to an end with proper supports. For different people that means different things, for me a combination of medication and therapy has helped, for others it may be one or the other, it may be hospitalization that works for some. </div>
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I don't have answers but I do know that depression can make us believe things that are untrue. If you are suffering, get help!</div>
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* "Seasons of Love" from the musical Rent.</div>
Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116917494171160274.post-52400126494522596232014-08-12T21:47:00.003-06:002014-08-12T21:48:54.195-06:00Robin Williams and MeI have never met Robin Williams and I never will. So why the title? Robin Williams has always been one of my favourite actors. I love him both in comedy roles and dramatic roles, there will be no new movies.<br />
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Yesterday Robin Williams gave into his severe depression and committed suicide. I have cried over this. I have never cried over a celebrity's death before. I talked to Sean about it tonight. I wasn't really crying over Mr Williams death but for my own brush with attempted suicide. I know how deep depression can deceive you saying that life is not worth living. How you are alone in the world. How there is no hope. I was there a year ago.<br />
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I fought and tried to get help. Getting help was not easy and it was really not until I intentionally over-dosed that I got the help I needed. At the time of my OD I really did want to die as that was the only way I could see my pain ending. I did not want to hurt Sean and Robbie but the pain was too much. I gave into the pain, luckily I survived with little injury to myself.<br />
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I am not the same person I was a year ago. A year ago I could not imagine that I would be where I am now. It has not been an easy journey and I will always have bad times but now I have more skills to deal with the pain.<br />
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Mr Williams, I am sorry that you had to give into the pain. My tears are not for you but I do wish you peace.<br />
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<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/?ref_=nv_sr_3" target="_blank">Robin Williams career</a>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116917494171160274.post-82855259534405565102014-04-04T15:43:00.000-06:002014-04-04T15:43:04.339-06:00HousemateFor the next few months Sean and I are landlords. We have an older male staying with us for a few months. It will be interesting to have another adult here. We moved Robbie upstairs and my sewing room downstairs where Robbie's room used to be. Lots of changes but the additional money will help.Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116917494171160274.post-35027861185499064362014-01-16T20:27:00.002-07:002014-01-16T20:28:54.771-07:00CubsToday I was invested into Cubs (gave my promise). I was called as the assistant Cub leader at the end of December. Robbie was really excited to have me as a leader. I met with the leader and we planned out the rest of the year. So far things have gone well. The program is not that far off from Guiding which I have 10 years experience. I think I bring a lot of experience. We have 4 boys with 2 that should be coming up right away. The small group is both good and bad, good because the boys are HYPER, bad because it is harder to play games.Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116917494171160274.post-60896067316733673372013-12-31T22:13:00.003-07:002013-12-31T22:13:37.259-07:002013Is almost over, just under 2 hours left. I am not going to recap the year as it pretty much sucked. I am looking forward to the new year and hopeful of what it will bring. I have made one resolution this year:<br />
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GO TO THERAPY AND ALL THAT IS INVOLVED WITH THERAPY</div>
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I do not think that I can do any more then that. I would love it if this was the year that I lost weight, ate healthier, gave more service, etc but I cannot put that type of pressure on myself at this time. Therapy will take a lot out of me and I need to put that first.<br />
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So, come on 2014 arrive and let me get myself mentally healthy.Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116917494171160274.post-12103719557522802632013-11-21T16:09:00.002-07:002013-11-21T16:09:31.579-07:00Good mom? Bad mom?I want to start this post with a link to this article <a href="http://www.joshweed.com/2013/11/are-you-good-mom.html" target="_blank">Are you a good mom?</a><br />
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I have been feeling like a very bad mom lately. My depression and BPD have been hard and making me doubt myself. There are so many things I don't do, I get frustrated with Robbie, I yell at him, but I am doing something right. Robbie knows I love him more then anything in the world. My kisses and hugs are still magical and can fix any hurt.<br />
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The other night Robbie was playing a video game and stopped to tell me "you are the best mommy I could ever have". That made me tear up. The one person's whose opinion really matters if i am a good mom or a bad mom thinks I am the best mom.<br />
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I was the over-achiever mom earlier this week. I found out that Robbie was to be the Inn Keeper for the Ward Christmas Celebration. We had nothing appropriate for him and so I sewed him a costume. I am doing a lot more sewing lately and finding some peace in seeing the beautiful things I make so I am not going to feel bad about the costume. I am going to enjoy my little boy playing in the Nativity.Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116917494171160274.post-80052290737649928462013-11-12T10:58:00.002-07:002014-11-22T18:52:07.038-07:00Shortbread CookiesA friend gave me this recipe last Christmas. In an effort not to lose it I am posting it here.<br />
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1 1/2 cups icing sugar
Mix above ingredients</span><br />
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1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp vanilla
4 cups flour (3 in mix, 1/2 cup added while kneading, 1/2 cup on flour board)</span><br />
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Mix in all other ingredients & knead.
Roll out flat (1/4 inch thick)
Cut with round cookie cutter.
Press 1/4 </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 13.6000003814697px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Maraschino</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.800000190734863px; line-height: 13.600000381469727px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> cherry into center.</span><br />
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Bake at 350 degrees til very lightly browned. (about 12 minutes)</span>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116917494171160274.post-51547798439473911472013-11-01T18:42:00.001-06:002013-11-01T18:42:06.610-06:00Hospital and a DiagnosisI am not proud to say that on September 14th I took an overdose of medications. I had gone to the hospital on August 19-20 when I was feeling suicidal. Even though I tried to get help it was not soon enough. I had told a therapist that I was suicidal and their response was "so what". That was very wrong and the therapist was mandated by law to report that I was suicidal and get me help. She did not. We tried calling the office, the best they could do was give me an appointment with someone else the next day, not soon enough. Again they were mandated by law to report me. They did not. We called the crisis team, again no help. With all that I sent Sean and Robbie on their way. After some time I wrote a suicide note and then started swallowing pills. My intention was to take 3 different types of pills but after I finished the new bottle of my anti-anxiety medication I could not open the other medications. I fell asleep. Sean had to call an ambulance when he got home. <br />
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I don't remember anything from the time I fell asleep until the next afternoon. I was in the hallway at Grey Nuns hospital and our new Bishop and our Relief Society President were there. I remember we talked about Robbie and what to do with him. Our home teacher Mike Potter took Robbie in and helped with childcare while I was in the hospital.<br />
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The first weekend I had a day pass. Before I left I saw the weekend psychiatrist. She asked me if I though I had Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD). I told her that another psychiatrist had suggested it around the time of my dad's death. She had me read some of "I Hate You, Don't Leave Me" which I had a copy of at home. The next day when she saw me again she asked what did I think. I knew just reading the first few pages that I had BPD. She formally diagnosed me with BPD.<br />
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I finally left the hospital on September 26th. It was hard being in there. I could not have my cell phone or ereader. The hospital was hard on Robbie so I did not see a lot of him. There were days that I did not see Sean. The end result is that I am unable to work, and may never be able to work full-time again. I have applied for CPP-Disability and hopefully that will kick in soon. <br />
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My body has been slowly adjusting to my meds and I am getting the help I need. I am seeing a therapist, a psychiatrist and will be starting a group therapy program in January. I hate that I had to have an overdose to get the help I needed but am grateful for the help I am finally receiving. Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116917494171160274.post-17536939579205597502013-11-01T18:26:00.001-06:002013-11-01T18:26:28.267-06:00Long Time, Lots to Catch Up OnIt has been a long time since I have posted. Mostly because every time I open my blog I was reminded that all my parents but my step-mother is gone. It has been a rough year. So here is what happened since April.<br />
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<b>Robbie turns 8</b><br />
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Robbie had his 8th birthday party at home and at Sakaw park. It was his choice. He chose a Lego theme and I endeavoured to make a Lego brick cake.<br />
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First the presents from us. Normally we make Robbie wait until the actual day of his birthday to open his gifts but this year we allowed him to open the gifts early.<br />
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Robbie gets to choose a place to go to dinner on his birthday. On the 26th Robbie was invited to go to the cubs year end party. He made the choice to go to cubs so on the 27th we went to Montana's. Robbie did not want them to sing as he had been sung to twice already. He did want to wear the hat though. Daddy tried it on as well.</div>
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Robbie's last day of grade 2 was the day after his birthday. He will miss being in class with Mrs Dochuk but he is looking forward to grade 3.</div>
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In September Robbie started grade 3. Time has flown by. On the second day of school we found out that Robbie would be in a split class of grades 3 and 4. We were happy to know that if he was in a split class at least he was the one in the lower grade. I was in a 2/3 and 5/6 split classes so I knew some of the challenges that will be happening this year.</div>
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<br />Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116917494171160274.post-19693175072270815322013-04-18T17:01:00.001-06:002013-04-18T17:01:20.427-06:00Another parent gone....I thought about calling this post "Another one bites the dust..." but thought that might sound too callus. The truth of the matter is, I am numb. Yes, I have been crying off and on for a week but I am not really dealing with my emotions. <br />
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It is so hard to try and deal with 2 parental deaths within 6 months.<br />
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So, I guess I should say what parent and the circumstances.<br />
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Doreen Benford was my birth mother. I was apprehended at birth by CAS (Children's Aid Society) and went into foster care. I was in and out of foster care until she agreed that I could be placed for adoption when I was 4.5 years old. My adoption was finalized when I was 5.5 years old.<br />
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I have had a love/hate relationship with the thought of my birth mother. The only memories I have is of abuse, the memories are not good and are very hurtful to me. I do love that she agreed to the adoption. I hate that she chose between her children: Danny (the oldest) and me (the youngest) were placed for adoption; Angie and Tina (the "middle" kids) were kept. I hate that she never took responsibility for my adoption but blamed everyone else - her new husband did not want a baby, her parents would not take me. I hate that she would never acknowledge the abuse. I hate that she told me several times that she should have aborted all 4 of us, and this is when we were adults. I hate that she would not admit to her mental health issues. I understand that in her day that talking about depression was taboo. However her children needed that information to help in our lives.<br />
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My feelings around my adoption are very complex. It seems no matter how much therapy I do it is not enough. I am grateful for my adoptive family. They have been loving and supportive my entire life. I have never been made to feel different from the biological kids. I was Doug and Myrna's child, I think they thought that was even before I was adopted, at least from conversations with my mom. It is hard knowing that Doreen "picked and chose" what kids to keep and what kids to "give away". Although she blamed others I am sure it was not an easy decision. In all honesty I think that CAS should have removed all 4 kids, the abuse never ended for my sisters.<br />
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We were reunited when I was 26. I wanted to find my siblings and figured that she was the easiest way to find them. The reunion was hard. Doreen wanted me to be the 4 year old she last saw. She wanted me to call her "mom" and become the daughter she had in her mind. I could not call her mom and could not be that daughter. I did go with Angie and Tina and had a mother's necklace made with all 4 birthstones and Doreen's birthstone. It was my idea and way to let her know that while I could not call her mother that I recognized the fact that she gave life to me.<br />
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From that point on our relationship was strained. I did not want it that way but with everything going on in my life, and the emotions I was feeling and what was happening in my adoptive family made it difficult. I honestly think that I did not want a relationship with Doreen, at least not a mother/daughter relationship.<br />
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Here is a copy of the obituary. <br />
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<b style="background-color: white; color: #282828; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">BENFORD </b><span style="background-color: white; color: #787878; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"></span><b style="background-color: white; color: #282828; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Doreen Isabel </b><span style="background-color: white; color: #787878; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">After a brief illness at Peterborough Regional Health Centre on Tuesday, April 9, 2013. Doreen in her 70th year. Predeceased by her parents Roy and Florence Cory. Loving mother of Angela Wright (Dr. Paul Dickson) and Tina Herzick (Ron). Devoted Nanny to Danica Gilbert (Joshua Fedorchuk), Kimberly Herzick (Kyle Campbell), Jesse and Jasmine Wright. Dear sister of Cindy MacDonald (Tim), Delia Aldsworth (Stan), Marion Glazier (Ralph), Donald Cory (Evelyn), Gordon Cory (Bev) and predeceased by Donna Norris and June Lightizer. Survived by brothers-in-law Mike Norris and Glen Lightizer. Fondly remembered by son-in-law Glenn Wright, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews and cousins. Relatives and friends may call at </span><b style="background-color: white; color: #282828; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">McINTOSH-ANDERSON-KELLAM FUNERAL HOME LTD., </b><span style="background-color: white; color: #787878; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">152 King Street East, Oshawa (905-433-5558) on Wednesday, April 17, 2013 from 12:00 pm until time of service in the chapel at 1:00 pm. Interment Thornton Cemetery. In lieu of flowers donations made in memory of Doreen to a charity of choice would be appreciated. Online condolences may be made at </span><b style="background-color: white; color: #282828; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">www.makfuneralhome.com.</b><br />
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<br />Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116917494171160274.post-31189123270525245322013-02-20T19:13:00.002-07:002013-02-20T19:13:50.243-07:00Six plus Two Equals HeartacheToday is February 20th. Today is a significant day in the lives of the Henderson family.<br />
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Six years ago today my dad died. We were there and saw him the night before he passed away. We had spent two weeks there. We thought we were not going to make it to say our good-byes. Dad died 24 hours before we were to fly back to Edmonton. We changed our flights and stayed for the funeral. It is hard to believe that Robbie was 20 months and took his first steps while staying at Joel and Rachel's house (the oldest of my nephews). Now Robbie is almost 8.<br />
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Two years ago today we found out that I was pregnant with Bailey. We were so excited and happy. Little did we know that just 2 months later our hearts would be breaking in a way that we never thought possible.<br />
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Both Bailey and my dad will live on in my heart forever and I know there will be a time when my heart will not feel so broken. I wish for that day now.<br />
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Rest in Peace Dad and Bailey.<br />
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<br />Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116917494171160274.post-70546981665468658732012-12-23T18:24:00.000-07:002012-12-23T18:24:01.141-07:00Fertiltiy TreatmentsWhile I was out for mom's funeral I got a call from the Edmonton Fertility Clinic, they needed to move up my appointment. I was happy for the news.<br />
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We went to the appointment and were given our test results. Everything was good to go ahead with injectable fertility durgs and then IUI. When my next period started with would go ahead. Well, do to the changed appointment time my period started about a week later. I went in for a baseline ultrasound and received my prescription for my medications. I went and found out how to give myself needles in my stomach and if I did not hear anything then I would start them the next day!<br />
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I started the needles and that was pretty scary. Getting myself in the right frame of mind was not easy but I started the needles. In a week I went for blood tests and another ultrasound. Nothing happening, keep taking needles and come back in 4 days. Nothing happening, increase meds and come back. And then the bad stuff happened :( I started to become itchy, I mean really itchy, I mean I was scratching until bleeding itchy. Finally Sean took me into the Emergency Room. We were in and out in less then an hour. I saw the triage nurse, went back and saw a doctor almost immediately! It seems that I was in Anaphylaxis without noticing it<b>. </b> I was taking Benedryl and did not notice my throat swelling! I was put on predinose and had my next clinic appointment the next day.<br />
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I was told to wait for for a phone call. It finally came and they said the cycle was cancelled, I was allergic to the meds. They said they could try another med next cycle (which would actually have to be in 2 cycles due to Christmas) BUT I might be allergic to the new med as well.<br />
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My heart was breaking but we made the decision that risking my life was not worth it. My death would not be good for Robbie and that was a possibility.<br />
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A week later I decided to take my HCG which I had already purchased and time intercourse. It was with no doctor intervention that I did this. Every morning I took a pregnancy test to test out the hcg. I finally got some blank tests and then I got what looked like a very faint positive test. It was so hard not to get my hopes up but I did. I was not pregnant.<br />
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I went and saw my family doctor. I am back on birth control and will be for a very long time. My heart still breaks as I consider that I will never be pregnant again. I am doing all I can to help myself get over the pain.<br />
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We will be starting adoption classes and such after one year. With both of us (Sean and I) starting new jobs we have to wait for one year of stability before we can start the procedures. It will take about 3-4 months to become adoption ready. I am excited for the prospect. We are looking at foster-to-adopt.Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116917494171160274.post-91074500072712746592012-11-21T02:29:00.001-07:002012-11-21T02:29:26.814-07:00Missing my Mommy<div style="text-align: center;">
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On October 20th around 5pm I received the phone call that I have been equally expecting and dreading. My mom finally lost her battle to Alzheimer's. I love my mom dearly but I really lost her 5 years ago as the disease took her mind. I was surprised at my reaction to her death. I had said my good-byes and was at peace, or at least I thought I was.<br />
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I did not sleep that night, by 6am I was at the airport waiting to fly "home". It was hard leaving Sean and Robbie but it had to be done. I did sleep for a couple of hours on the plane. As I got closer to Toronto the tears kept coming and coming.<br />
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Mom's funeral was held on October 23rd.<br />
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Here is the talk that I gave at the funeral. There were slight changes made but overall this is what was said:<br />
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<b>Good afternoon. Today I want to share some of my memories of my mom.</b><br />
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<b>Everyone knew of my mom's addiction to Diet Pepsi, in her car there were always at least 2 cases of pop. Sometimes though, when my mom would go to bring in a new case she would find it empty. Us kids, the grand-kids, maybe even the neighbours had taken some.</b><br />
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<b>Barb's daughter Angie said the other night that Aunt Myrna was her favourite Aunt and as mom hated to be called "Aunt Myrna" Angie made sure to call her "Aunt Myrna" every chance she got. Mom also hated being called "Mrs Burnfield" or "Sister Burnfield", it was always Myrna.</b><br />
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<b>When mom still smoked she was in Utah visiting Edith, Nate and the kids. It was winter and there was someone visiting Edith. Kira and Josh put on their coats and boots. When questioned why, the simply stated they were going outside to have a smoke with Nana. That was when mom stopped smoking.</b><br />
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<b>About 10 years ago I was talking to mom and she mentioned that she did not like Joel calling her Nana. He was too old to still be calling her Nana, she probably would have liked Joel to call her Myrna but I told her that she was always going to be Nana to her grand kids and great-grand kids.</b><br />
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<b>When I had Robbie Mom came out to to Edmonton to help me. She told me that everyone was asking if Robbie was her grandson or great-grandson. I understood the question since it had been 10 years [edited: oops, my mistake, got Moranda's age wrong] since her last grandchild had been born.</b><br />
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<b>Mom loved having her back scratched. I know that I could get almost anything I wanted from her if I scratched her back first. Borrow her car or money, just scratch her back first and it was mine. At times she would have you use a hair brush gently on her back.</b><br />
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<b>I am pretty sure that Grace and Valerie are still traumatized by mom's use of hairbrushes. I know that I am. Mom would brush our hair by starting at the top and pulling hard not stopping for any tangles but ripping your hair out in the process. Maybe that is why all of us girls had short hair when we were young.</b><br />
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<b>Just before I was married I was looking at my adoption certificate as it was with my birth certificate and saw the date of finalization. I quickly called my mom and asked her if she knew my adoption had been finalized on her birthday. She said "yes" and that I was the best birthday present she ever had. So being that I can be a brat and as the baby of the family I claim that I was her favourite! Although I don't think mom would ever admit to having a favourite. She loved all of us and were proud of all of us.</b><br />
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<b>No matter how many grandchildren mom had she was excited for each new baby. Mom actually did not like babies, she preferred toddlers and preschoolers when they were able to do "something". That seemed to change when my son Robbie and Joel's son Benjamin were born, both were preemies and tiny. With Robbie she spent most of the time she was visiting me holding Robbie and watching him. I know she spent a bunch of time doing the same with Benjamin.</b><br />
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<b>Mom was always coming out with things that would make you think twice and most likely laugh. The past few days I have heard mom called: a sweet spirit, generous, loving, giving and funny. That is how I hope we will all remember mom. The wonderful woman she was before the Alzheimer's took her mind.</b><br />
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<b>As proud as mom was of all us kids and grand kids we are proud that she was our mom and Nana. We will miss her but she lives on in all of us.</b><br />
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<b>In the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.</b><br />
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Things that I meant to include but forgot in my grief:<br />
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<li>one day I found a secret stash in my mom's closet, what was the stash? Math text books! Mom liked working her way through math problems! Maybe that is why I decided to major in math...</li>
<li>mom had what seemed like thousands of blankets on her waterbed. No matter how hard I tried I could never sort out her blankets to make her bed properly.</li>
<li>when I finished my degree my family went together and bought me a beautiful watch to commemorate the day. Mom took me to get the watch engraved, she suggested that we engrave "at last". Ok, it did take me 6 years to finish my degree but still...</li>
<li>On the first anniversary of Edith's death mom and I spent the day together. First we went to the Toronto Temple grounds. While walking around we both found benches and sat and had a little bit of private time to remember my sister. I sat praying that mom would feel Edith's spirit. She did, mom told me that she felt Edith along with her mom (Maria Waugh). After we left the temple grounds we went to the grave sites of our relatives that were buried in Oshawa. Every year I tried to call mom on June 30th to see how she was doing. Mom always said that I was the only one the remembered, I don't believe that but maybe I was the only one to actually ask mom how she was doing.</li>
<li>One day when Jesse and Camielle were about 18 months old they were having a fight over "my nana". They kept going back and forth with "my nana, no my nana". Being a brat I simply said "no, my mommy". I am not sure who gave me the dirtier look, mom or the kids. And no, it did not stop the two from arguing whose Nana mom was.</li>
<li>After dad died my family moved back to spend time with mom before the Alzheimer's got too bad. Living so far away we did not realize how things had already progressed. When we would take mom for a few hours or a day to give Grace a break my husband termed it "Nana-sitting". It broke my heart realizing that the mom I remembered was no longer.</li>
<li>When mom went to the Temple for the first time she wanted to me to go with her, she said that she did not trust Grace or Valerie, see I was the favourite. I was unable to go but mom wore my Temple dress, it was too big but luckily the style made it ok.</li>
<li>If I had the chance I would like to ask mom if she purposely died on Mike's birthday. I have often heard Mike, Glenn and my husband Sean say that they had the best mother-in-law. Maybe she was just making sure that Mike remembered her.</li>
<li>When I called to tell mom that I was pregnant I called her "Nana". Mom's response was "what do you want Cassie". When I said that it was me she asked why I was calling her Nana and not Mom. Mom was so happy for me that I was finally getting to have a baby of my own.</li>
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Family Portrait, 1971 or 72</div>
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Grandpa Waugh, Aunt Viola, Uncle Walter, Mom and their kids, 1973? </div>
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Mom and I, around 1974</div>
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Mom and her daughters, 1978-80?</div>
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Meeting Robbie for the first time at the Edmonton Airport, July 2005</div>
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At Jer's house, August 2006</div>
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Most of the family (missing Mark's family), August 2006</div>
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Just before returning to Edmonton, August 2006</div>
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February 2007, in Newcastle </div>
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Mom on Google Street View!</div>
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Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116917494171160274.post-41146209779839233902012-10-04T17:08:00.001-06:002012-10-11T16:30:07.626-06:00Women and Anger WorkshopI took a course called Women and Anger a few weekends ago. I enrolled myself as I often find myself going into rages and I know that is not a good way to deal with my feelings. Most of the women in the class were court ordered to go which gave me an interesting perspective. Here are my notes:<br />
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<u>Roles of Women</u><br />
mother, sister, grandma, aunt, coach, worker, cleaner, cook, teacher, friend, girlfriend, wife, caregiver, driver, co-ordinater, employer, nurse, doctor, helpmate, etc.<br />
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<b>Anger is NOT a bad emotion, it is letting us know that something is wrong.</b><br />
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What do we feel when we are feeling anger? sadness, stress, hopelessness, frustration, fear, lonely<br />
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<b>Triggers: </b>stress, frustration, being alone, disrespected, hormones, whining<br />
<b>Feelings:</b> sadness, frustration, fear, hopelessness, lonely, vulnerable, guilt, anxiety, hurt, loss/death, betrayal, jealous, grief, uncertainty, afraid, nervousness<br />
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<b>My Personal Triggers:</b> whining, mother-in-law, being unappreciated<br />
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<b>What do you VALUE? </b>value=beliefs, family, tradition, society, school, self-esteem, friends, partners, culture, religion<br />
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"good" woman/wife/mother = "do it all", crazy expectations --> we need to challenge these, what are OUR expectations? <b>What is "good enough" for you?</b><br />
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<b>Balance - we cannot do it all! when we try it leads to anger!</b><br />
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Do we have realistic expectations? If not we need to redefine our expectations<br />
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Anger Cycle:<br />
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1. pretend things are normal<br />
<---- trigger occurs<br />
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4. rationalize. 2. build up<br />
justify<br />
excuse<br />
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3. Act Out<br />
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cycle continues until we stop it.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">We CANNOT change or control another person, we CAN influence others.</span></b><br />
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<b>Control:</b> what you eat, thoughts, over actions, what we say, what we do each day<br />
<b>NO Control:</b> other people (do, say, think, treat us), weather, traffic, aging, death, past, future<br />
<b>Influence:</b> what house looks like, feelings, children, spouse, friends, family, co-workers<br />
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*How do you want to influence others? with love, caring, respect, using teaching moments, being a role model<br />
*What do you want other to say about you when you leave the room? kind, friendly, caring, loving, helpful<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>We are not responsible for other peoples actions or reactions!</b></span><br />
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gravity: cause --> same effect every time<br />
feelings: cause --> choice --> effect<br />
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If we spend all our time with things we can't control we miss out on things we can control or influence.<br />
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How much time is wasted on trying to change others? This is a form of bullying!<br />
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***We ALWAYS have a choice***<br />
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<b>Assumptions/gossip</b><br />
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-we need proof and evidence for things to be true<br />
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<b>rage is a stress reaction, need to back down before rage, think about consequences</b><br />
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HIND BRAIN - aka dino brain, reactionary, first part developed, fight/flight, freeze response<br />
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MID BRAIN - emotional part<br />
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RAGE ANGER - mid and front brain shuts off, once we calm down the front starts working again<br />
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Balloon Analogy: each time we do not deal with something the balloon grows and grows until it explodes<br />
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*What is going on with me? express healthily, express needs<br />
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revenge is not the answer (added in by me, unless dealing with your evil mother-in-law)<br />
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TRIGGER: immediate emotional reaction, take time away to calm down, what are the long-term and short-term consequences? Is it worth it?<br />
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-give yourself time<br />
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Validate your feelings<br />
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old ways of dealing with anger were not good, now replace them with new ways that are better<br />
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<b>It is never too late to make changes.</b><br />
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<u>Self-Care (fun, leisure, soothing, nurturing)</u><br />
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shower, sing, nap, pedicure, go out, walk, bath, hair, cuddle, bike, swim, sex, read, music, candles, chocolate, massage, watch tv, computer, deep breathing, etc<br />
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<br />Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116917494171160274.post-33012465685954484172012-09-19T11:48:00.002-06:002012-09-19T18:14:25.842-06:00Fertility ClinicOn August 30th we finally had our appointment at the fertility clinic. It was good. Our appointment started at 3 and until we left at 5:30 we were either filling out paperwork, talking with the nurse or in with the doctor.<br />
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blood work for both - std's, chicken pox, German measles etc<br />
blood work - cycle day 3 for me - all the hormonal stuff<br />
sperm analysis - Sean's first one was perfect<br />
hsg (dye test of tubes and uterus) - next cycle<br />
progesterone if cycle goes longer then 35 days (averaging 34-43 days) and after a blood preg test<br />
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then on to injectable fertility drugs and possible IUI<br />
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At my age I am not a candidate for IVF and we had decided long ago that we would not go that route.<br />
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So right now I am sitting at day 26 just waiting for everything to get going.<br />
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Do I really want to be pregnant at 43 and giving birth at 44? No, not really but I really want another baby in our lives. After the death of Bailey last year I have to do this. I am not in the right place to go ahead with adoption. It is still in consideration but right now I have to try this.Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116917494171160274.post-56903077433720972462012-09-18T20:29:00.004-06:002012-09-18T20:29:46.224-06:00StressSo, my old whiplash injury has flared up. It hurts to turn my head, actually it hurts if I move my head in the slightest. Not fun. I am on pretty good meds now which are helping with pain and movement but not with dealing with life - try sleeping, cleaning, cooking when it hurts to move your head :(<br />
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Women and Anger: So, this weekend - friday night and all day Saturday I am taking a course on Women and Anger. I am hopeful that it will help me learn to deal with my anger. I will post things that I learn after the class is over.<br />
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Frustration: 1) We had to go to Walmart this evening to buy Sean a new watch, new steel toe running shoes and a few other things. Robbie was a brat! The rules we have had when shopping have not changed but Robbie broke all of them and then would question "why". The answer to why is we are the parents, deal with it!!! I have told him that if the next time we go shopping if he acts up then he will have to start staying home with a babysitter and the money to pay for the babysitter will come out of his allowance! 2) my friend is having both money and kid issues. I really feel like she wants me to tell her to come and live with us. Her 12 year old is a brat (massive temper tantrums several times a day, does not listen, screams and yells all day) and I would kill her if she lived here. I am pissed off that my friend is always whining about money - I am on disability and have not seen any money since mid-March. She buys crap constantly instead of paying her bills and I am supposed to care. She said her kid is suicidal, I gave her phone numbers of how to get help, does she do anything about it...of course not. She can whine to me about it. I am sick of being used by her! She owes me money and claimed the amount she owes me in her bankruptcy (her first one just ended in April and here she is again....) yet she can afford to take craft classes and buy craft stuff. I am really tired of it.<br />
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I do have some <b>GOOD NEWS</b>. Last week I had a job interview for a financial analyst for a Plastic making company. Today I got a phone call saying I am a finalist and will have a phone interview tomorrow afternoon! This would take a whole lot of stress off of me and Sean. <br />
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I should learn tomorrow about my disability and if it has been approved. I really hope so. Then we will find out when we will get our money. I should be getting about $2400/month. If they back-date things to March I should get $16,000 right away but they may not start paying until June but that would still be good.Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116917494171160274.post-15015619354996682632012-09-14T12:22:00.002-06:002012-09-14T19:27:55.443-06:00Being LonelyI have been horrible at posting...that is true in much of my life right now, horrible at many things....<br />
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Right now I am not being very good at taking my meds and so my depression is kicking my butt. I know better and I used to be so good about meds but now, not so much. Of course as the depression spirals down it gets worse, not taking meds make things worse, eating gets worse...<br />
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Right now I am back to isolating myself. I really don't have any real friends that live near me. Most of my friends are on-line and I question if they would be there if we lived closer...<br />
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I feel alone even at home. Part of that is my fault due to going into our bedroom and reading, shutting Sean and Robbie both out. But have you ever felt alone when you are sharing your bed with your spouse? We cuddle in bed sometimes but not often... I remember 11 years ago when we could sleep in a twin size bed and have room for a third person, now it seems like a queen bed in still not big enough.<br />
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I hate feeling like this :( I just want to feel normal again. I want friends who I can count on and that don't always use me. I want to be wanted by Sean. I want to be needed by Robbie. I want to be loved....Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116917494171160274.post-16874071263930865322012-07-26T14:11:00.000-06:002012-07-26T14:14:06.833-06:00Our 10th AnniversaryI am a little late posting this....<br />
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Our tenth wedding anniversary was on April 27, 2012. As we did not have a honeymoon we decided that we were going to do something "big". With money and Robbie being an issue we could not really take a trip so we decided to get a room at the Fantasyland hotel at the West Edmonton Mall for the weekend. It was kind of fitting as we wanted to go there on our wedding night and the one honeymoon day we had we spent at the waterpark there.<br />
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Sean described our weekend as follows: sex, eat, walk, sex, eat, sex, walk, eat....<br />
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How the weekend really went (and no I am not telling how many times we really did have sex nor I am I even going to mention when we had sex):<br />
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We took Robbie to a friend's house to spend the weekend and then headed to the West Ed. We checked in and I took some pictures of our theme room (we had the Hollywood Room but I think it would be better called the sex room - stripper pole, tantra sex chair....)<br />
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We went to Galaxyland (the amusement park) and got a caricature photo done. It is amazing how fast the guy did the picture. So here is our 10th anniversary photo :D I love it! Especially as it looks as if Sean is checking out his hot wife :D</div>
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We had a nap and slept too late. We had planned on going somewhere fancy for supper but decided after the nap just to go wherever we could. Bourbon Street was crazy busy! Because our nap was so late trying to find somewhere to eat was hard. We finally went to Hudson's. It was too early for the bar crowd so we got seats right away. The food was great and when the waitress asked if we were staying at the hotel we said it was our 10th anniversary - she was shocked that we were married that long and congratulated us. On our bill she wished us a happy anniversary. It was so nice to hear that.</div>
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We went back to the room. I tried to do a stripper dance but was laughing too hard! It was still fun. We both did a little reading from books we had bought that day. Can you believe that I didn't take ANY books with me, not even my ereader :o We were exhausted from all the walking - we figured that we walked the entire mall (both floors) 4 times over the weekend! Considering how big the mall is that was a lot of walking.</div>
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<br />Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116917494171160274.post-75335242804369310522012-06-17T16:41:00.000-06:002012-06-17T16:41:14.414-06:00Remembering the 11 year old that I wasI have been thinking about something for awhile. I wasn't sure if I was going to make a "note" on Facebook or post here. I have decided to post here and post the link on facebook.<br />
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Recently I re-posted a picture on facebook saying something along the lines of "why do animal testing when there are so many paedophiles in prison". I had several negative comments and that surprised me, especially the one from Sean. Other people might not know my history of sexual abuse but Sean was there for me during first the preliminary hearing when we first started dating and then the trial just before we got married.<br />
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Recently a man in Texas caught some creep assaulting his little girl and killed him. The father's intent was not to kill the abuser as he just reacted to what he was seeing and started hitting the guy in the head - personally I would have aimed a lot lower. A friend posted about this and I mentioned my abuse. Ten years after Jack (Jacobus) Wubbolt (Edwards) was convicted in abusing me and two friends (19 years previously) I realized that I still rarely say anything in public. I feel like I still feel shame from being raped when I was 11 years old.<br />
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This is what I looked like in 1981:<br />
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This picture was taken at my dad's wedding to Edith on May 16, 1981 a few months after I was raped. I look like a child, I was a child and yet my innocence was taken away.</div>
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Here is my victim impact statement. I was not there for that part - the Ontario government had already paid for two flights and were not paying for a third - and so it was read by the Crown Attorney. The judge was impressed with my statement and read some of it into the sentencing part of the trial (would love to have a copy of that but oh well):</div>
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<span style="color: blue;"><i><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">As I look back at pictures of myself
taken around the time of my assault there are no physical differences that can
be seen; emotional scars however do not photograph. It is the emotional scars that will forever
be in the background of my mind. It is difficult to put into words what the
events of one afternoon have done to my life.
It has been 21 years and yet the memories are still painful as if the
events happened a few days ago. I have
relived the assault many times, feeling the pain and the emotions of that
afternoon.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="color: blue;"><i> After Detective McNab contacted me
in January of 2000 I felt a lot of anger at myself. I felt that if I had told someone when the
events first happened that I would not be going through the pain I was now
experiencing. The trial was the hardest
thing I have ever had to experience, if I had known the emotional turmoil that
I would have to go through I am not sure that I would have given my statement
to the police. Yet having gone through
the experience of the trial I realize that it has helped in my healing
process. It was empowering to finally be
able to tell what had happened to me and to now know that the jury believed me.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="color: blue;"><i> Directly after the sexual assault
occurred I felt very guilty. I felt that
I must have done something to cause this to happen. I did not leave even though I felt
uncomfortable. I knew that grown men
didn’t have sex with children and since Mr Wubbolt had raped me I had to have
done something to cause it. I blamed my
body, Mr Wubbolt had commented about my breasts and that made me hate
them. I tried as much as possible to
wear baggy clothes so that men wouldn’t notice my breasts or developing
figure. Puberty is a confusing time for
any girl and for me it was even more difficult as I hated the changes that were
occurring in my body, to me those changes were the reason that Mr Wubbolt raped
me. To this day I do not feel
comfortable in clothing that shows off my body.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="color: blue;"><i>As
an 11 year old I did not fully understand the changes my body was going through
during puberty. I did know that they
were similar to what my sister had experienced during her pregnancies. I was afraid of being pregnant. If I were pregnant then my parents would find
out what had happened. I remember
feeling so happy when my menstrual cycle started because I was not pregnant and
could continue to hide my secret and shame from my family.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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felt a lot of shame. In blaming myself
for Mr Wubbolt’s actions I felt ashamed of the activities that occurred that
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<i style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in;">I also felt a great amount of fear. I was
afraid that the assault would be found out and people would blame me. I was afraid that I would get in trouble and
would not be able to play with my friends.
I was afraid that I had done something very wrong which caused me to
feel incredible amounts of guilt.</i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="color: blue;"><i> As I grew older my guilt
continued. I felt that I had broken the
Law of Chastity and therefore was not a worthy member of my church. I was terrified that someone would find out. I finally went to my Bishop to confess my
sin; and although he told me that it was not my fault I still blamed
myself. When my parents didn’t believe
what I told them I realized that my thought that people wouldn’t believe me was
correct. <o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="color: blue;"><i>I lost a lot of trust in people; I
became afraid of people touching me. If
someone brushed past me or bumped into me I would freeze. There were times when I would experience
panic attacks from men or women brushing past me. I was afraid of everyone; strangers and those
whom I knew. I was afraid of being
outside alone at night. While attending
Trent University there was a series of rapes on campus. I became terrified that I would be the next
victim. <o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="color: blue;"><i>I came to hate my body and would
struggle even more to keep from gaining weight.
If I felt at all insecure I would gain weight - I wanted to be fat so I
would never have to experience this again.
I hid behind my weight hoping that men would find me undesirable. I was terrified to get involved in an intimate
relationship. Even in my twenties I
would panic when being kissed by a boyfriend.
When I decided to become sexually active as an adult I had a lot of
difficulties. I would experience
flashbacks and feel a lot of confusion.
Until I could further heal my emotions I could not enjoy sexual
relations.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="color: blue;"><i>No child should ever have to be
initiated into sex as I was. I learned
that the world was not safe, as I had believed.
I learned that not only are strangers not safe but people I knew were
not safe as well. I learned that
trusting someone was dangerous.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="color: blue;"><i>I do not know what my life would
have been like if I had not gone to play at a friend’s house on that fateful
day. I do know that I will never fully
be healed of the emotional damage, which occurred. <o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="color: blue;"><i>I would like to think that I went
through this process to protect children from having to experience the things
that I had to. My only motivation in
giving my statement to the police and then testifying at the trial was to
protect children. Children are our
future and they need to grow up in a safe environment, where they can learn to
trust. That environment was taken from
me; I pray that it is not taken from more children.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<i style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> I would like to thank the Durham
Crown Attorney’s Office and the Durham Regional Police for pursuing this
matter. I want to thank the Victim
Witness program of Durham for their assistance at helping me to get through an
unbearable experience. I also want to
thank the Edmonton Police and Edmonton Victim Services for their assistance in
this matter.</i></div>
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I have to say that the negative comments from Sean hurt which is probably why a month later this is still so fresh in my mind. <br />
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I wrote my victim impact statement shortly after we were married. It took days and lots of tears to get through. Every word that I wrote still affects me this day. The memories of the preliminary hearing and the trial are like they happened yesterday. The day of the rape seems like minutes ago, I remember the clothes I was wearing right down to my socks.<br />
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There are several days etched in my memory never to be removed, the rape and the trial are the negative dates.<br />
<br />Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116917494171160274.post-8162174744963236932012-04-27T14:51:00.000-06:002012-04-27T14:51:28.206-06:00Ten Years Ago Today...I married my best friend!<br />
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Our wedding was at 11:30 am at Bearspaw Chapel and we were married by Bishop Lust (my dad did not think that his last name was appropriate for a Bishop). It was Bishop Lust's first wedding to preside over and everything took 5 minutes total (walk down the aisle, service, exchange of rings, walk back down the aisle...). We were just happy to be married.<br />
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One thing I really remember Sean saying as we prepared for our wedding is that he really liked that I talked more about our marriage then the wedding day. Even then I knew that the wedding was one day, our marriage if we wanted it to last forever would take work.<br />
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This past year I was not sure if we would make it to today. Having Bailey die and the stress it caused, health issues (which never seem to leave me), Sean's mom, and then everyday stresses put a toll on us. We never stopped loving one another but I wondered if we could live together. But here we are.<br />
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Usually on a 10th anniversary the wife will receive a new ring. I received mine early as I am a brat. I had always figured that I would get something like my wedding band and wear the three rings together. As things got worse with Joyce (Sean's mom) I no longer wanted to be wearing her rings (she constantly reminded me that they were HER rings). So we bought a new ring for me. It is not a traditional wedding band but I wanted a ring with sapphires (would have been my choice for an engagement ring) and found a ring that I love at Costco. Sean then complained that since my new ring was white gold it no longer matched his ring. So at Christmas I bought him a new ring.<br />
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These are not great pictures but here are our new rings:<br />
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Today Robbie will go to a family from church and Sean and I will spend the weekend in the Hollywood room at the Fantasyland Hotel. We wanted to go for our wedding but had no money to do so.<br />
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<br />Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116917494171160274.post-71284214140399523762012-03-31T22:17:00.002-06:002012-03-31T22:17:16.786-06:00Buying a CondoWe put an offer on a condo on Thursday evening. By 10:30 we had accepted their counter-offer and are on our way to buying a townhouse again! It is 4-bedrooms and the backyard backs on to Sakaw park which neighbours Robbie's school!!<br />
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We got it for $211,500 which is not bad at all. Our mortgage payments will be similar to what we are paying in rent...might be a bit higher with condo fees but only by about $100. I so much prefer to own instead of renting. Rather my money go into my own equity then someone elses!<br />
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Robbie's bedroom will be on a different floor then ours! The second bedroom on our floor will be a sewing room until we have another child. The fourth bedroom will be a computer room for now. There is a large crawlspace for storage! Which leaves a big basement part for Robbie's playroom. <br />
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Built-in dishwasher, front loading washer and dryer, built-in vacuum are all wonderful too. I would have liked a glass top stove but having so many extra cupboards is a good compromise!<br />
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Our backyard has some cement blocks and grass! We have not had grass for the last 3 years! There is also gardening spaces! I am so exited! The back gate leads right into the park and we have 2 parking stalls!<br />
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<br />Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116917494171160274.post-42249629677546312932012-03-29T20:43:00.000-06:002012-04-03T22:37:29.953-06:00Remembering BaileyI have so many things to post about, and I will get around to them. However, today I remember my sweet baby who died way too soon.<br />
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One year ago today (by day of the week not date) we found out that our very much wanted baby had died. The day had started out so wonderfully, a great day at work, a special lunch for a friend leaving the bank and then the ultrasound...<br />
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I was so excited to be showing Robbie his sibling, then we found out that Bailey had died. this last year has been so hard in many ways but today has been the hardest. I have cried off and on, my heart feels like it has been ripped out. I love my baby and miss them so much.<br />
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Sean sent me the following email today and it brought tears to my eyes but it also helped some:<br />
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<b>"You are my wife, my lover, and the mother of my children. I will love you forever."</b><br />
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I loved that he included Bailey, that we have children and not just Robbie.<br />
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Losing a baby is hard, I know I will never forget my sweet little one. This year when they have the baby memorial service I will be able to go and visit Bailey's grave.<br />
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<b>"A person that loses a partner is called a widow. A child who loses a parent is called an orphan. But there is no word to describe a parent that loses a child, because the loss is like no other."</b><br />
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Mommy loves you Bailey. "I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living my Baby you'll be." (Robert Muncsh)Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116917494171160274.post-4647047247802884352012-01-13T10:37:00.000-07:002012-01-13T10:37:22.959-07:00I Chose My MarriageWe have been having a lot of martial issues. They started in October and since that time twice I was going to leave. The second time I even rented an apartment. I did not really want to divorce Sean - I love him so much. Loving is the easy part, it is the living that is the hard part.<br />
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In December I went to Ontario. The plan being that when I returned I would be moving. While I was away we were able to talk about things. We are slowly working things out and getting back to normal.<br />
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That being said...I chose my marriage. I have made changes in my life to strengthen my marriage. Not everyone will understand the choices but that is ok. The choices I have made are mine, Sean was shocked by some of them, and I chose them freely.<br />
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Why do I post this here? Because I know there are people who will not understand my choices - no, I am not going into details. There are people who will judge me but their judgement does not matter. What matters to me is my family.<br />
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I love Sean and Robbie and that is what matters in the decisions I have made.Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1116917494171160274.post-25775377354801318202011-12-31T22:26:00.000-07:002011-12-31T22:26:52.218-07:002011 in Review - Goals<span style="color: #0c4e29; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;">Reviewing my goals from 2011:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c4e29; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;">1. Taken from 2010 (and this time do it), use Listerine every time I brush, I have gingivitis and it needs to go away!</span><br />
<b style="color: #0c4e29; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;">I did a lot better on this one...still not perfect but I am changing habits!</b><br />
<span style="color: #0c4e29; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><b></b></span></span><span style="color: #0c4e29; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;">2. Move more. Whether walking, using the Wii Fit or swimming I need to get moving. My weight is slowly going down and if I exercise more </span><br />
<b style="color: #0c4e29; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;">I did more moving. I have had a lot of down times but I am making progress. I have a rec center membership through to September so I have no excuses.</b><br />
<span style="color: #0c4e29; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;">3. Drink more water! We are not buying pop (unless I am really sick like last weekend), we buy some juice but pretty much everything at home is water! I am trying to just have water at work as well.</span><br />
<b style="color: #0c4e29; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;">Definitely doing better on this one. Due to stomach issues I have been drinking A LOT of gingerale but I am drinking lots of water too.</b><br />
<span style="color: #0c4e29; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;">4. Spend more time with Robbie. With getting home from work so late it is hard to spend much time with Robbie during the week (besides bedtime stories). I need to find time to spend some mommy time with my big little boy.</span><br />
<b style="color: #0c4e29; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;">A change in jobs helped this one! We spend time together snuggling and talking every morning and then I take him to school.</b><br />
<span style="color: #0c4e29; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;">5. Cleaning the house. I need to find a routine that works for me so that I do not feel our house is a disaster all the time</span><br />
<b style="color: #0c4e29; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;">Well...the house is not a disaster, more organized but it needs to be cleaned more often. We are setting up a schedule of who does what and when. That should help a lot.</b>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04858350553394138992noreply@blogger.com0