The years rolled on, we had two lovely boys. I was a proud mum, always devoting myself to both their needs. Doing the “Mum” thing with sports, school, taxi service and patching up the crapes and bumps. It wasn’t all me, there Dad had a big input into their upbringing and life skills.. lol The footy, crabbing, fishing, camping and the frequent holidays we all enjoyed. They were adventures. Great memories. Life was interesting and fun.
Seemed to be when the boys were 12 & 11 years old, things started changing. That year was 2001. The wheels slowly started my downhill decent. Doesn’t sound much, the loving family dog was murdered by dingoes. It affected all of us like a close family member was murdered. She was. None of us could eat or sleep, go to work of school. We were all so miserable. I guess, in shock. It was very sad times. Within weeks, my mother suddenly passed away. Totally unexpected, she was energetic and a young 66. She used to joke saying many of the senior citizens she helped were younger than she was, and they were.
As a family we all hung together gettin on with life. But, the years passed, of course having the usual boys being teenager type stuff issues. Well I think that was norman for their ages and stage in life. Our youngest son started to get ill quite often. Suffering with pain moving to different parts of his body and doctors kept putting it down to sporting injuries. Well, he nver finished his first year in high school. After being repeatedly suspended from school for “non-participation”. Yes, when he was asked by teachers where his homework was or any question, he just didn’t answer them. The education system takes the rather bleak view of out-of-site-out-of-mind approach. Wising up to this he took himself out of the picture, spending his days home mostly alone. I work only 5 minutes away by car and we had contact through MSN if he needed me. His brother would help when he got home from school. He mainly spent his time online gaming. Eventually he was old enough to work, he tried very hard but after about 9 months his pain increased and racked him more often until it went to swelling in joints randomly. Doctors failed to recognize there was a serious problem. I won’t dwell anymore on what happened after that, except to understand where I am coming from you can read it here. It is a link to his blog where there is a summary of the events that unfolded. Remembering he was 15 at the time. [ 2006 a year I would rather have not had. I also wish I had never heard of Wegners Granulomatosis, also now known as ANCA Vasculitis]
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly!! 