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Hi guys...
It doesn't only happen here, I know....
but if you happen to have a LO with very long journaling, the system here wont take the page, it keeps coming back that the file is too big...that's why I did not post it at the time of upload.
I do know I really LOVE reading people's journaling, as is always wonderful to know more about what mopves the person to make her/his pages....and as some people have asked me, here is the journaling for the page
Digi Dares #324 My Cloud's Silver Lining:
my life has been, from the very beginning, a sequence of battles. Nothing I have ever done or have came easy. I was born with a
double hip dislocation in times when the success rate was almost nil, almost 60 years ago hip replacements were sci-fi. I didn't walk until aged 5, had 9 operations until age 8, and had a very sheltered life until aged 13, when all that impossibility of movement made me go into my ability for the arts so in full, that you may say it was thanks to not having the use of my legs that I ended up with a wonderful carrier as a performer... Every little thing was very much of a fight, though I have to say I had a great life & regrets are very, very few....But lets jump to mid 70s. I started having pain on my knees, bad pain, cannot move pain. Saw the doctors who told me to take some aspirin and they would give me an anti
inflammatory if things got worse, but, they said, not to worry: the pain is due to your congenital condition,& there is this amazing procedure in it's experimental phase now, but it will be a routine thing when you reach your 40s and need more serious help. So, of I went with my aspirin, and once in a while some diclofenac sodium. Jump again to 1995. Pregnant with Sarita I was working & continue to do so until 10 days before she was born. Then comes a period in which the diclofenac becomes a necessity every night or I would not be able to move in the morning. Still working long hours and started to use a walking stick. Fast forward some more and we are back in Britain after a few years in Brazil, I m alone with Sarita now and my mobility gets lessening by the minute. I'm put on the list and get a date for a hip replacement. This procedure, they assure me, will give me the hips of an 18 years old and I will be able to do everything, main being going back to full time work. Things don't go according to plan though, and the 7 days I was told I was to spend in hospital turned into 40, having 3 more operations trying to fix the initial error, failing even more. My right leg was now 3 & half cm longer which meant bye bye cowboy boots or stilettos, & crutches which would bring other problems with time. My life went from being a high paid professional to the
humiliating benefits well fare, so called friends disappearing without much of a word, a lot more hardship to come... The silver lining? My mum had come for 3 months which was the estimate recovery time, but she ended up staying for almost a year & returning in 2005 for what would be the last time I would let them operate on me, so this was an opportunity for Sarita to spend time with
her grandma like never before, as though we would spend long time in South America, this was grandma taking her to school, ballet & trips, cooking together & so much more, & for me to not have gone completely crazy, as none will take as much as your own mum...
There are many other things, little things, like getting amazing prices to the West End theatre , or not so little things like finding digital scrapbooking & with it some of my most loved people in this world... but my mum being here was one huge silver ray, the sealing of the sense of family I had started early in Sarita's life, & one that would continue to this day.
It doesn't only happen here, I know....
but if you happen to have a LO with very long journaling, the system here wont take the page, it keeps coming back that the file is too big...that's why I did not post it at the time of upload.
I do know I really LOVE reading people's journaling, as is always wonderful to know more about what mopves the person to make her/his pages....and as some people have asked me, here is the journaling for the page
Digi Dares #324 My Cloud's Silver Lining:
my life has been, from the very beginning, a sequence of battles. Nothing I have ever done or have came easy. I was born with a
double hip dislocation in times when the success rate was almost nil, almost 60 years ago hip replacements were sci-fi. I didn't walk until aged 5, had 9 operations until age 8, and had a very sheltered life until aged 13, when all that impossibility of movement made me go into my ability for the arts so in full, that you may say it was thanks to not having the use of my legs that I ended up with a wonderful carrier as a performer... Every little thing was very much of a fight, though I have to say I had a great life & regrets are very, very few....But lets jump to mid 70s. I started having pain on my knees, bad pain, cannot move pain. Saw the doctors who told me to take some aspirin and they would give me an anti
inflammatory if things got worse, but, they said, not to worry: the pain is due to your congenital condition,& there is this amazing procedure in it's experimental phase now, but it will be a routine thing when you reach your 40s and need more serious help. So, of I went with my aspirin, and once in a while some diclofenac sodium. Jump again to 1995. Pregnant with Sarita I was working & continue to do so until 10 days before she was born. Then comes a period in which the diclofenac becomes a necessity every night or I would not be able to move in the morning. Still working long hours and started to use a walking stick. Fast forward some more and we are back in Britain after a few years in Brazil, I m alone with Sarita now and my mobility gets lessening by the minute. I'm put on the list and get a date for a hip replacement. This procedure, they assure me, will give me the hips of an 18 years old and I will be able to do everything, main being going back to full time work. Things don't go according to plan though, and the 7 days I was told I was to spend in hospital turned into 40, having 3 more operations trying to fix the initial error, failing even more. My right leg was now 3 & half cm longer which meant bye bye cowboy boots or stilettos, & crutches which would bring other problems with time. My life went from being a high paid professional to the
humiliating benefits well fare, so called friends disappearing without much of a word, a lot more hardship to come... The silver lining? My mum had come for 3 months which was the estimate recovery time, but she ended up staying for almost a year & returning in 2005 for what would be the last time I would let them operate on me, so this was an opportunity for Sarita to spend time with
her grandma like never before, as though we would spend long time in South America, this was grandma taking her to school, ballet & trips, cooking together & so much more, & for me to not have gone completely crazy, as none will take as much as your own mum...
There are many other things, little things, like getting amazing prices to the West End theatre , or not so little things like finding digital scrapbooking & with it some of my most loved people in this world... but my mum being here was one huge silver ray, the sealing of the sense of family I had started early in Sarita's life, & one that would continue to this day.
