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Gratitude

gratitude

Haven’t done much writing lately due to a fractured finger.  Feel really lonely without my keyboard.  But today I have something to celebrate.  I really want to post something today. The best I could do is cheat.  I can’t type too much.  So therefore going to post some of the letters I wrote a couple of years ago.

Today marks 8 years of being cancer free.  But the whole battle started a couple of years before that.  I have so many to thank for my blessings.  The following is a letter I wrote 2 years ago to my personal trainer.

Hi Damien

Today marks 6 yrs and 2 days cancer free for me.  I am not sure if you remember the first time we met at Goodlife/ Zest.  Well, I do.  I was bruised and battered after my first surgery.  I was physically and mentally drained.  The thought the possibility of my life ending at 42 was very real.  It was not my life that I was worried about, it was my kids having to lead a life without a mother, how it would affect them was what really upset me.  I realised I had to get out of that head space if I wanted a chance to fight this.  Making that first step to come and join the gym was my idea, but being handed to you was my fate.  Each time you made me better I would go on to have another surgery and comeback weaker than when I started.  After my last surgery, I could not even walk in shops with my kids.  They had to stop and wait for me.  I am glad I tracked you down again. Now I am a city to bay runner.

I saw my doctor today.  All the tests are indicating that there is no sign of the cancer. But, the doctor was actually very amazed at my recovery, my fitness level and overall how everything has turned out for me.  I am a rare case in their books (I mean on a medical level).  He kept shaking his head, and said “with each surgery we took organ after organ and it proves if you are willing you can live without them”.

Damien, the doctors did all they can medically to keep me alive, but it’s you who has given me a life that’s worth living.  Without the core exercises and other strengthening exercises, I will not be able to lead a normal life.  Even though I am probably the weakest in the class, I know personally my fitness has risen leaps and bounds.  Honestly I didn’t think I could do certain excercises.  You challenging me, forces me to try these new exercises.  And many a times I am surprised that I can do them.

Damien, you are the best personal trainer and truly a gorgeous human being. I am truly blessed.  Thank you so much for making me fitter and feel the way I feel.  Feelings are similar 2 years on.

 

Not every one received a letter.  Some just got a hug.

Thank you Ganesh – sorry you had to shoulder so much stress.  Promise not to do it again.

Thank you to my two beautiful boys – again sorry darlings, you had to endure various people picking you up from school.  Sorry for not telling you at the beginning.

Thank you to my mum – Sorry for not telling you at the beginning.  I didn’t think you could deal with it.  Promise not to do it again.  (I will kind of promise not to break another bone too, at least I will try)

Thank you to my cuz Ranji and Ragu- next to my hubby the other supporting rocks. Thanks goes to your beautiful kids and my aunt as well.  Thanks Nimal for being my reassuring doc.

Thank you to my Doctors – special thanks to Dr. Kolias, Dr. Martin Tan, and Dr. Stewart Lynch.

Thank you to all the million nurses who were by my side.

Thank you Dad for watching over me.

 

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I am a beginner to all this blogging. Recently found a passion for writing. Not sure if I am a good enough writer to publish a REAL book. I am probably using this as a testing platform to see if I attract enough interest. I was born in Sri Lanka, now for the last 26 years living in Australia. So am I a Sri Lankan or Australian, it changes time to time. Lets say I am not ashamed to say I am a Sri Lankan but I think my affections lie with Australia. I am a cancer survivor, marriage survivor, war (civil war) survivor and what ever else the world/destiny has thrown at me. So my blog I guess would be about all those things. Humour is Huge for me, fairness is huge for me, I question everything religion, cultural beliefs, Political decisions. So watch out for some some fireworks laced with humour.

5 thoughts on “Gratitude

  1. Such a moving letter, as usual beautifully written from the heart.. Thank God you are cured permanently with no physical or mental scars either. God is wonderful. I pray for your continuous good health and vitality- with love and blessigs- aunty Nalini

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    1. Thank you aunty. Physical scars are inevitable, but through excercise, physio and just sheer stubbornness have learnt to cope with the the best way i can. Thank you so much for reading my posts. I do write for myself but having readers and their appreciation does make me want to keep writing.

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