Cancer, it just doesn't care who you are,

It's been so long since I wrote a blogg entry, March earlier this year..
So much has happened. So much to be thankful for and horribly some things to be soul destroying.
I work with kids from 12-18 helping them each and every day, and i wouldn't change it for a single second. But life just doesn't seem fair. One of my students has a brain tumor, cancer of course what other evil is so carefree with who it strikes. He's a great kid and I thought I was compassionate enough to understand it all, cancer that is, but I find that you can't and don't understand it until you have a direct family member go through it. Not a cousin or some friend but, your mum, dad, brother, sister, and heaven forbid your child. It tears your very soul. The destruction and trial of loss it leaves in it's every move is something I never would wish on my worst enemy. My dad (actually my step dad) in July was diagnosed with a type 4 glc something, in short a spider webbed cancer reaching all parts of his brain. In three short but long months he has become completely incapable of speech and movement. A man whom I respect and admire wasting away before my very eyes. I don't write this for any sympathy but to help me deal with this, this monster that destroy's. I suppose I should be thankful that it's not my brothers our any of the young children of the family, Ed has lived a great life. It's just now that it's so shitty. I hope and pray that one day soon they will stop this cold, heartless, taker of life and joy.
Well my eyes are sore from the tears that always find their way into moments of quiet and caring questions from friends, my heart is heavy with the things I'll never get to share with Ed, my marriage, my children, my success and even my failures. My only advice is to live each day with joy and love, don't let your friends ever think you don't appreciate them and put yourself out there to help anyone who needs you.
stay safe Tam

Little Kitten

Went over to my little brothers house this afternoon, mainly to draw up a list of all the things that have to been done before we can rent it out.
Anyway I could hear this little kitten crying, he was easy to find, in the back shed, on an old pillow. ummm, someone put this pillow here.....

No sign what so ever of the mother cat, so Ed coninced me that the mom was probably around even if we hadn't see her in the hour we were there.

So reluctantly I left, with the idea to came back tomorrow and see how he was. So then I called Marg, in agreeance I decided to go back and at least give him some water and see if the mom cat was there. In the meanwhile I rang my cousin who lived there up until today spoke to her she didn't have a cat never saw a cat prior, neither neighbour has a cat.... arrrggghhhh where did this little beauty came from....
I reckon he's about 3 or 4 days old his eyes aren't open but he's not tee nee tiny about 3/4 of the length of my hand.

I just couldn't leave him there once I went back (some two hours later), no mother cat.. just a little ball of fur curlled up in the box I had left him in.

The delemer is did I do the right thing? I think so I could see any evidence of the mother cat or any other cat, he was the only one there, no other kittens.

When I got home I tried feeding him some water then some water and milk mixed together, he sucked up the water, he was so thirsty poor little guy..

he's lying in a little box next to a water bottle with warm water in it covered by a hand towel, hope he ok.