Yesterday I ran a 10K race here in Lund, Sweden. It wasn't a pretty sight, but I made it across the finish line, after 1 hour and 21 minutes :)
Not too bad considering that I have only trained for a couple of weeks.
And it shouldn't be too difficult to improve on that time next time I do a run like this... :)
Sunday 6 May 2012
Monday 9 April 2012
It's been a while since I posted here, life has been a bit up and down the last six months, but now spring is here, and life is starting to look brighter again.
I met a good friend this weekend, and she helped me realize some things that I needed to work out, very helpful.
A move to London is coming closer and closer.
I met a good friend this weekend, and she helped me realize some things that I needed to work out, very helpful.
A move to London is coming closer and closer.
Me and a platypus. The platypus is on the left.
Tuesday 6 December 2011
Christmas decoration
I have put up some Christmas decorations now, but not as much as I usually do.
Helen loved Eeyore from Winnie the pooh, and she had a small collection.
I have put them on a chair with a little Christmassy add-on, and then suddenly it struck me that it was a strikingly symbolic setup:
Helen loved Eeyore from Winnie the pooh, and she had a small collection.
I have put them on a chair with a little Christmassy add-on, and then suddenly it struck me that it was a strikingly symbolic setup:
Sunday 20 November 2011
Processing life
I have been in contact with some friends and colleagues in London, and getting a job there should probably not really be a problem.
But I am still processing my past and thinking about my future, and I am not ready to take on any permanent committment, for the moment I need know that I have the freedom to do whatever I want. A temporary job would be ideal, and I would love to move back to London, even if the thought of the hassle of a move is daunting.
I have started to go through some of Helens things, even though it is difficult.
When our first boy Victor was born and died in October 2008 Helen's sister Debbie made the most beautiful scrapbooking album in his memory which I have here at home. Helen took pictures of the pages and made a small movie which you can see if you click here.
When our second boy Carl died in August 2009 Helen was battling her cancer and we didn't have any energy at all to create such an album.
And now I am slowly starting to put together a small book about Helens life, you can still contribute if you want.
I hope that later I will be able to do something in the memory of Carl as well.
But I am still processing my past and thinking about my future, and I am not ready to take on any permanent committment, for the moment I need know that I have the freedom to do whatever I want. A temporary job would be ideal, and I would love to move back to London, even if the thought of the hassle of a move is daunting.
I have started to go through some of Helens things, even though it is difficult.
When our first boy Victor was born and died in October 2008 Helen's sister Debbie made the most beautiful scrapbooking album in his memory which I have here at home. Helen took pictures of the pages and made a small movie which you can see if you click here.
When our second boy Carl died in August 2009 Helen was battling her cancer and we didn't have any energy at all to create such an album.
And now I am slowly starting to put together a small book about Helens life, you can still contribute if you want.
I hope that later I will be able to do something in the memory of Carl as well.
Monday 10 October 2011
Summary
Today it has been two weeks since Helen died. It has given me a lot of time to reflect, and consolidate many of the thoughts that I have had in my head for a long time.
"Don't be sad for what you lost, be happy for what you had."
It is so true. I shouldn't grieve that I have lost Helen, I should be happy that I was given four years with her.
Because I worked from home, and that almost all these four years Helen was either pregnant, ill or both, this meant that we spent almost every wake hour together for this time, and we got to know each other in such an amazing way. I still now and then cast a glance to her spot on the sofa and listen for all the little remarks she used to make about the programs on TV.
She had a beautiful personality, such a strong spirit and a great sense of humor. Now she no longer feels any pain, and whereever she is she gets to play with our boys who went ahead of her.
Helens seizure on the 11th August came just a few days after the 4th anniversary of us meeting for the first time in person (9th August 2007, Helen kept her RailPass as a memory :). Of those four years Helen suffered from cancer for more than half.
And it is amazing to imagine that in those four years we had two pregnancies, two children dying, a wedding, two brain surgeries and countless scans and cancer treatments. We lived in 6 different flats (for six months in one that was only 8 square meters) and moved between continents twice, and bought a car.
When one contemplates that so many highs and lows can fit into such a relatively short period, then one can imagine the possibilities life has.
And I have many years left to live hopefully, and might very well get to experience both higher highs and lower lows.
Many people are wondering what I am going to do now.
There is an animated movie called 'Up'. In the beginning of the movie this young couple meet, they get married, they buy a house, they have a child that doesn't live, and they grow old and she becomes ill. After she dies he sits alone and looks through their book of memories and discovers that she at the end has written:
"Thanks for the adventure - now go have a new one!" Watch clip on youtube
This is what Helen would want me to do and that is what I will do - once I decide what it is I want to do (and perhaps find someone to do it with). For the moment I am thinking that my first step will probably be to move back to London. (So if any of my old colleagues in London read this and knows of any open role, let me know. Either way we'll have drinks when I come to London.)
I want to thank everyone who have sent me supporting messages, you should know that every message means a lot to me.
It was invaluable to have Helen's mother and sister here during that last difficult time, when she was slipping away, and that we got to hold her and tell her that we love her in the very moment that she died.
I am going to compile a small book about Helen, so anyone who hasn't already, if you have any memories, anecdotes, or just words about Helen that you want to share, you can send them to wordsformelly@hotmail.co.uk.
If you want to share your words just with me, just tell me so, and I won't put them in the book.
And if you can afford it, donate some money to cancer research.
"Don't be sad for what you lost, be happy for what you had."
It is so true. I shouldn't grieve that I have lost Helen, I should be happy that I was given four years with her.
Because I worked from home, and that almost all these four years Helen was either pregnant, ill or both, this meant that we spent almost every wake hour together for this time, and we got to know each other in such an amazing way. I still now and then cast a glance to her spot on the sofa and listen for all the little remarks she used to make about the programs on TV.
She had a beautiful personality, such a strong spirit and a great sense of humor. Now she no longer feels any pain, and whereever she is she gets to play with our boys who went ahead of her.
Helens seizure on the 11th August came just a few days after the 4th anniversary of us meeting for the first time in person (9th August 2007, Helen kept her RailPass as a memory :). Of those four years Helen suffered from cancer for more than half.
And it is amazing to imagine that in those four years we had two pregnancies, two children dying, a wedding, two brain surgeries and countless scans and cancer treatments. We lived in 6 different flats (for six months in one that was only 8 square meters) and moved between continents twice, and bought a car.
When one contemplates that so many highs and lows can fit into such a relatively short period, then one can imagine the possibilities life has.
And I have many years left to live hopefully, and might very well get to experience both higher highs and lower lows.
Many people are wondering what I am going to do now.
There is an animated movie called 'Up'. In the beginning of the movie this young couple meet, they get married, they buy a house, they have a child that doesn't live, and they grow old and she becomes ill. After she dies he sits alone and looks through their book of memories and discovers that she at the end has written:
"Thanks for the adventure - now go have a new one!" Watch clip on youtube
This is what Helen would want me to do and that is what I will do - once I decide what it is I want to do (and perhaps find someone to do it with). For the moment I am thinking that my first step will probably be to move back to London. (So if any of my old colleagues in London read this and knows of any open role, let me know. Either way we'll have drinks when I come to London.)
I want to thank everyone who have sent me supporting messages, you should know that every message means a lot to me.
It was invaluable to have Helen's mother and sister here during that last difficult time, when she was slipping away, and that we got to hold her and tell her that we love her in the very moment that she died.
I am going to compile a small book about Helen, so anyone who hasn't already, if you have any memories, anecdotes, or just words about Helen that you want to share, you can send them to wordsformelly@hotmail.co.uk.
If you want to share your words just with me, just tell me so, and I won't put them in the book.
And if you can afford it, donate some money to cancer research.
Friday 30 September 2011
The End
This Monday, 26th September 2011, at 17:10 Swedish time, my beautiful wife Helen passed away. Finally she gets her peace.
Helen's motto was: "Life is not about trying to survive the storm... it's about learning to dance in the rain."
Helen had a lot of rain in her life, and she certainly danced as much as she could through it, and whereever she is now there is no rain.
I will write more soon.
Helen's motto was: "Life is not about trying to survive the storm... it's about learning to dance in the rain."
Helen had a lot of rain in her life, and she certainly danced as much as she could through it, and whereever she is now there is no rain.
I will write more soon.
Wednesday 31 August 2011
Bedside observations
We are taking turns, me and Helens family, to stay with her in her room at the hospital every night, so that there is always someone by her side, and tonight it is my turn and I am writing this as I am sitting next to Helen.
This morning Helen was extremely drowsy, she perked up a little bit later, but has been extra tired all day. Now in the evening her mind has been running away with her and she has been telling me long, fantastic tales about all kinds of things, and she is herself totally convinced that they are all true.
Helens short-term memory is very damaged, she rarely remember anything more than a few minutes, be it a phone call, a meal or a conversation.
She is also most of the time very confused, rambling, almost deliriously, taking isolated words from recent conversations and spinning wild stories around them.
Parts of her long-term memory is still ok, but mostly memories that are older than 5-10 years.
The confusion comes and goes in waves. Perhaps deep, deep inside she is aware of her situation, but in the confused conversations we mostly have she doesn't show any signs of it.
As much as it hurts me to say it, but if a sane Helen from a month back would view this scene in the hospital room tonight, she would say:
"Enough is enough. It has been three weeks since my epilepsy seizure, you have had plenty of time to say goodbye, now give me that suicide pill."
Sometimes when I am alone with Helen and she calms down we can have "normal" conversations, when she is almost clear-minded.
I have had a couple of these conversations with her over the last week and we have touched on the subject of her death.
She says the most wonderful things, like "Here in life we walk next to each other for some time, and sometimes we simply don't get a lot of time." and "We have had some very good times together and some very bad times together, I think I have lived a lot in my 33 years." Helen told me that I must find someone new to love and that "she must bring chocolate into your life" :)
She says that she has understood for some time that the treatments haven't been working and that she is very tired of them, and she is looking forward to getting rest.
For me it has been extremely calming to have these conversations, to realise how at peace Helen is with dying.
The hospital is discharging Helen tomorrow and she will be coming home to our flat to spend her last time there.
They have put a proper hospital bed in our flat, a new wheelchair and lots of various other aids to help care for her.
They have also removed a basin and the tub from the bathroom, so it will be possible to access with the wheelchair.
And there is a home-care service that will come a couple of times per day to help with basic needs, and a nurse that will come to administer medicine.
And we get a special alarm we can use to call for help in emergencies.
So me and Helens mum can spend our time looking after Helen and serve her all the treats she asks for :)
This morning Helen was extremely drowsy, she perked up a little bit later, but has been extra tired all day. Now in the evening her mind has been running away with her and she has been telling me long, fantastic tales about all kinds of things, and she is herself totally convinced that they are all true.
Helens short-term memory is very damaged, she rarely remember anything more than a few minutes, be it a phone call, a meal or a conversation.
She is also most of the time very confused, rambling, almost deliriously, taking isolated words from recent conversations and spinning wild stories around them.
Parts of her long-term memory is still ok, but mostly memories that are older than 5-10 years.
The confusion comes and goes in waves. Perhaps deep, deep inside she is aware of her situation, but in the confused conversations we mostly have she doesn't show any signs of it.
As much as it hurts me to say it, but if a sane Helen from a month back would view this scene in the hospital room tonight, she would say:
"Enough is enough. It has been three weeks since my epilepsy seizure, you have had plenty of time to say goodbye, now give me that suicide pill."
Sometimes when I am alone with Helen and she calms down we can have "normal" conversations, when she is almost clear-minded.
I have had a couple of these conversations with her over the last week and we have touched on the subject of her death.
She says the most wonderful things, like "Here in life we walk next to each other for some time, and sometimes we simply don't get a lot of time." and "We have had some very good times together and some very bad times together, I think I have lived a lot in my 33 years." Helen told me that I must find someone new to love and that "she must bring chocolate into your life" :)
She says that she has understood for some time that the treatments haven't been working and that she is very tired of them, and she is looking forward to getting rest.
For me it has been extremely calming to have these conversations, to realise how at peace Helen is with dying.
The hospital is discharging Helen tomorrow and she will be coming home to our flat to spend her last time there.
They have put a proper hospital bed in our flat, a new wheelchair and lots of various other aids to help care for her.
They have also removed a basin and the tub from the bathroom, so it will be possible to access with the wheelchair.
And there is a home-care service that will come a couple of times per day to help with basic needs, and a nurse that will come to administer medicine.
And we get a special alarm we can use to call for help in emergencies.
So me and Helens mum can spend our time looking after Helen and serve her all the treats she asks for :)
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