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Daring to be Normal

4/14/2015

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I love my sister. Can you tell?
Someone once told me not to draw attention to my insecurities or weaknesses as it opens one up to being manipulated.  That makes sense on an emotional level, if life was always a mind game with people, but at this point in my existence my main manipulator is the big C and I don’t think it really gives a rats pajamas over the fact I think my bums too big.   Aside from bum insecurities, one of my weaknesses and occasional strengths has been my urge to be ‘normal’.

As a toddler and youngster I was shy and would take a back seat to watch events so that I could be as inconspicuous as possible.  As a teenager I really wanted in - bleached hair, plucked eyebrows, scowl and all.  I think it’s a somewhat common natural human instinct to want to blend in with the herd and be that enviable kind of normal. The irony is the people I love and respect the most - are not all - but often non-conformers. 

My sister, Louise has been one of those; she’s always been humorously ambivalent to the movement of the herd (in my head that sentence is said in the voice of Sir David Attenborough).  During her first days at school she wore a large woolly bobble hat and refused to remove it. There would be this sweet little huddle of children gathered attentively around the teacher and a girl on the periphery, daydreaming in a bobble hat.  Her confidence and ambiguity unsettled some, mainly teachers, who advised she have extra, more personal one on one lesson time. She daydreamed in those too. On the flip side I think these same attributes made her an attractive pal and she had some great friends who loved her, and still do, for who she is.

 When she was a teenager she began to conform a little, wearing a little makeup, getting drunk in friend’s houses and having to be collected shamefully by my parents. The difference was, in her free time she would dissect the fish for dinner and there would be fish eyes and intestines neatly laid out on the window sill. When my parents collected her from said friend’s house, completely inebriated, the friends parents commented how delightful she had been, after she had been sick in their shed they’d had an enjoyable time talking about astronomy for the last hour!? She has so many rib tickling stories I could use but I’ll save her for now. I’m indulging myself in a few of the classic memories now – chuckle chuckle.

My parents never worried about her, and they were right not to. She’s a pretty magnificent being, a Scientist, Doctor, a game changer in life and someone you love to know.  In her old age (ha), she’s adapted to having a few different personas - like all of us – but if you say something that disrupts her moral compass, she’ll articulately let you know.  I’m so proud of her, can you tell?

I on the other hand, until sometime in my twenties, transformed my way through life like a colourful iguana trying to adapt my likes, dislikes, personality and appearance to those around me. It’s partly who I am; whilst it made my teenage years a little testing (my eyebrows and parents really took the brunt of this) it served me better as an adult where I think it helped me adapt to living in different countries, meeting different people and showing some empathy in my aid worker role.  I still have to rein myself in occasionally not to try too hard to ‘fit in’.  I think it was a combination of marriage and motherhood that made me finally accept I’m ok this way and I should own it.  

Moral of the story, Girlies – life takes all sorts. Whatever you are, you’re wonderful – own it.  Wow, I sound so much like my mother or perhaps a little Oprah. Either way I’m fairly sure it could get a groan out of a teenage Evie and Isobel.

Anyway, as if to test my newfound acceptance, cancer updated my status as definitely not normal – and there’s no going back. I am extremely happy to be alive, watching the spring flowers pop up and seeing the girls develop holds a whole new feeling of gratitude. But, if I’m honest, there are times where I grieve for normality – whatever that is.

I’m now daring myself to be a little normal, which is hard as I haven’t officially had the ‘all clear’. All being well, I will have another 2 months before my next scan.  There’s no ‘Ta-Da’ you’re well again moment with cancer so it does feel a little daring of me to be so bold and normal. Booked a little getaway with Nick, made plans with friends and do all those wonderfully normal things like talk about painting our pagoda and going camping. Man, are we wild. Jeesh.

 To cement this shift to a new normal, I have stored away my wig and had a haircut. The haircut involved some of my favorite people, doughnuts, mimosas and bloody marys so I’m pretty happy with that new normal.

Here’s my new haircut and Isobel 3 months post treatment! 

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Isobel has also now had a haircut so she no longer looks like Paul McCartney's adorable love child
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Nick
4/14/2015 09:22:06 pm

Your way stronger than you give yourself credit for and I love you all the more for it.x

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Susan Budde
4/14/2015 10:07:19 pm

You are one beautiful person.
Own it!

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Ami Atko
4/15/2015 05:29:47 am

This is beautiful, Sarah, as is the new haircut. LOVE! Excited to see you guys this weekend!

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Kathy
4/30/2015 03:05:58 am

just introduced to your blog yesterday---love it! your writing and willingness to openly share about ur journey thru HL touches my mom's heart. So happy that u have finished tx :). You are courageous and lovely, strong and victorious! Thank you for sharing your story of courage. "Mr. HL" made an unwelcomed appearance into the life of our family too this past December (the 8th to be exact). Our youngest child, David, fought this "goliath" with mighty bravery and courage. On Monday, David's post-tx PET officially showed us that David is "in remission." The word "overjoyed" is an understatement as to how our family feels right now!!! :). We are muddling thru this amazing victory and happiness to find a new normal, learn again how to truly live,and not worry about "it" reappearing.

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Sarah
5/3/2015 12:58:19 am

Thank you so much for your lovely message and thank you for sharing your story. Very happy to hear your son is officially cancer free and in remission! I can also reflect back on the exact dates I received news/finished treatment, think they become etched into our beings. I spoke to another survivor recently and she suggested we drink champagne on all these dates. Sounds good to me! Wishing you, your family and David lots of love and happiness whilst finding your new normal. Thank you again for reaching out to me, it makes me smile and touches my mommy heart too

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    My name is Sarah. I'm a Mummy to two scrummy girls, wife to one Scottish DIY enthusiast, writer, traveller, animal lover, and cake baker who is also puddle jumping her way through a journey with hodgkin lymphoma.

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