Ever since my Dad died last January from Cancer, its a word that I dread and detest.
So when my mum returned from London after visiting her beloved youngest sister who turns 50 next week with the heartbreaking news that she has Cancer. I felt as if another part of me was dying. My aunt lost her daughter my 16year old cousin last year, so now having to deal with a blow like this is very devastating.
My aunt has ovarian cancer , she has already started her chemo and has started losing her hair. She has now taken what ever remains of her hair totally off:( I have decided to grow my hair and give it to her to be made into a wig as she refused one from the Hospital.
Every side you turn there are stories of Cancer and it doesnt have a particular race, age or sex.I hope and pray that they find a cure for this disease 😦
So dear readers keep my family in your prayers as emotionally we are heartbroken.
When I was 5, I recieved my Frog teddy from dad. I fell in love with this teddy and soon he became my companion every night to the land of nod. Over the years Frog had to undergo some reconstructive surgery from mum as his stuffing was coming out but once fixed he was all brand new.
My brother often teased me, of my love affair with Frog. He said I thought that one morning, I would wake up and find my Frog has changed into Prince Charming. We all laughed at his theory but maybe in my childhood mine, I believed this fairytale.
Frogs are often depicted as ugly but with magical powers in many different cultures and myths. In European folklore frogs are depicted as sinister and associated with witches and potions.
So 30 years later, Frog is still alive, I no longer have him as my sleep companion and I am still single awaiting my Prince Charming. Hopefully the spell will be broken and I will meet him soon……