New Year fizzle

So 2016 hasn’t exactly started off as amazingly as I was hoping, in fact it’s been quite the fizzle.
Bolt, my sisters beautiful dog, that I have blogged about many times, is unwell. Last night NYE, we noticed some swelling in his ear flap and this morning the Vet has confirmed that it is a blood clot and that Bolt would need to be operated on. 
Bolt has always had problems with his ears but nothing this extreme – he didn’t appear to be in any pain or discomfort last night, nor this morning but he did start shaking his head vigorously again which according to the vet is what has caused the blood clot in the first place. 
For a 13 year old dog surgery of any kind is a big deal, so we are all anxious at the moment, it doesn’t help that Bolt is actually my nephews dog and he is currently overseas. 

So to reiterate 2016 has not begun as I had hoped!! Get well Bolt xxx

  

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When it rains it pours!

When it rains it pours!!! How can people be expected to deal with so much heartache? At times it sure feels like some people just can’t catch a break. I am struggling to come to terms with the fact that only 3 short months ago my dear dear friend was on top of the world, had everything going for her. She had a great relationship with her soulmate and husband of 34 years, a good job that fulfilled her, her children were happy living their lives, each of them successful in their own way. She was a doting grandmother, a daughter, sister and best friend to anyone who is lucky enough to know her.

Then in some bizarre horrific twist of fate, her son is diagnosed with a brain tumour, which knocks her for a six, after the shock of that blow and the surgery that followed, it looked like he was on the mend, and life was back to being rosy when wham the second blow, her husband suffers a stroke and dies at the age of 58 leaving her alone, her world shattered, this blow came so left of centre and hit so hard.

Now three months later still struggling to come to terms with her loss and another blow, her sons tumour is returning!! The medication has made working not possible, it brings with it headaches and nausea. For a young man with two very young children this is devastating indeed. For a mother who has already been through so much, even more so.

I wish there was something I could do to help her through this trying time, but there is nothing I or anyone else can say or do to help I am afraid. I feel hopeless ! Yesterday I posted the uplifting quote “count the blessing, not the worries” what happens though when you are all out of blessings like my friend. What does she count now?