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Monday, October 27, 2008
Hope Springs Eternal
An aging woman's last vestige of beauty is her hair.
Through 13 years of battling cancer Elevtheria was adamnant, she would not undergo any therapy which caused hair loss. When the doctor's found cancer in her liver a few months ago she was faced with a stark choice - baldness and hope or certain death in the near future.
My children helped her to make the decision, "Gran what is more important, you having hair or us having you?"
4 months on we awaited test results to see how effective the therapy was being.....
... Lung cancer GONE! Liver cancer reduced in size. We are continuing therapy and maybe we will beat this thing yet.
Ladies... BALD IS BEAUTIFUL.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Tears for Kalliope
What do you remember about the day before your wedding?
I remember a rather tense hen party with my Greek friends and English relatives eyeing each other warily over the canapés. I remember drinking hot chocolate at 5am with my brother when he returned from the stag night.
My mother in law remembers the death of Kalliope. Murder most foul! In fact the only reason she remembers the date of her wedding 50 years ago is because there was no music, as a sign of respect for the bereaved family.
My in laws were married on 24th August, 1958. We had a quiet family celebration to mark their anniversary. They remember nothing of their wedding but were able to tell me every detail of the death that preceded it. No mean feat when you consider that my dad in law often forgets that he is wearing a hat….
Kalliope was a young woman who lived in the mountain village of Ayia Gala in Chois.
She was married and expecting her first child. Her day was taken up with a round of chores, ranging from housework and cooking to tending animals and working in the fields, a simple life hard work but without the stress of our modern lifestyle.
The only apparent blot on her landscape was that her husband, Lefteres was a philanderer. He had an eye for the girls and all the village knew about it. He was particularly taken with Barbara and not very happy that he was about to become a man with responsibilities. Lefteres, like many of the men from chois was a sailor and spent long periods of time away from home, he is said however to have had a hand in planning the death of his pregnant wife.
On 23rd August 1958 Kalliope’s husband was away but Barbara’s brother was there, in the village and filled with malevolent intent. He wanted Lefteres to make “ an honest woman” of his sister and this was not possible as long as Kalliope was in the pictue.
He followed the unsuspecting wife of his sister’s lover as she set out to bring the animals in for the night. It was a feast day and there was music in the street played by a band of travelling minstrels. It was a hot summer night, nobody would have been indoors. It seems unlikely that no one saw the comings and goings of any village member. And yet when the police questioned the villagers not one of them could shed any light on the movements of their fellows or suggest a possible motive for the crime.
Kalliope was found in the fields where she had gone to tend her mother’s animals, not one corpse but two, her and the unborn child. She had been stabbed to death her killer(s) were never punished. Her husband married Barbara. Everbody knew what had happened to Kalliope but not one single person cared enough to make it known, until now.
Rest in peace Kalliope, today ( half a century after your death) you will be mourned, you and your child.
I remember a rather tense hen party with my Greek friends and English relatives eyeing each other warily over the canapés. I remember drinking hot chocolate at 5am with my brother when he returned from the stag night.
My mother in law remembers the death of Kalliope. Murder most foul! In fact the only reason she remembers the date of her wedding 50 years ago is because there was no music, as a sign of respect for the bereaved family.
My in laws were married on 24th August, 1958. We had a quiet family celebration to mark their anniversary. They remember nothing of their wedding but were able to tell me every detail of the death that preceded it. No mean feat when you consider that my dad in law often forgets that he is wearing a hat….
Kalliope was a young woman who lived in the mountain village of Ayia Gala in Chois.
She was married and expecting her first child. Her day was taken up with a round of chores, ranging from housework and cooking to tending animals and working in the fields, a simple life hard work but without the stress of our modern lifestyle.
The only apparent blot on her landscape was that her husband, Lefteres was a philanderer. He had an eye for the girls and all the village knew about it. He was particularly taken with Barbara and not very happy that he was about to become a man with responsibilities. Lefteres, like many of the men from chois was a sailor and spent long periods of time away from home, he is said however to have had a hand in planning the death of his pregnant wife.
On 23rd August 1958 Kalliope’s husband was away but Barbara’s brother was there, in the village and filled with malevolent intent. He wanted Lefteres to make “ an honest woman” of his sister and this was not possible as long as Kalliope was in the pictue.
He followed the unsuspecting wife of his sister’s lover as she set out to bring the animals in for the night. It was a feast day and there was music in the street played by a band of travelling minstrels. It was a hot summer night, nobody would have been indoors. It seems unlikely that no one saw the comings and goings of any village member. And yet when the police questioned the villagers not one of them could shed any light on the movements of their fellows or suggest a possible motive for the crime.
Kalliope was found in the fields where she had gone to tend her mother’s animals, not one corpse but two, her and the unborn child. She had been stabbed to death her killer(s) were never punished. Her husband married Barbara. Everbody knew what had happened to Kalliope but not one single person cared enough to make it known, until now.
Rest in peace Kalliope, today ( half a century after your death) you will be mourned, you and your child.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Needs meme
I saw this meme on Trav's Thoughts
and decided it would make a good stop gap
until I get round to posting about my holiday.
All you have to do is ...
Google your first name
with the word needs after it
and post the results
Here is what I got... more or less
and decided it would make a good stop gap
until I get round to posting about my holiday.
All you have to do is ...
Google your first name
with the word needs after it
and post the results
Here is what I got... more or less
All Cathy needs is a big feather to fan him and ...
(It depends who HE is!)
Cathy needs …A life worth living
(I’m working on it.)
CATHY NEEDS A CABARET AGENT IN SYDNEY
(Who’s Sydney?)
Cathy needs a bit of cheering up today.
(Prozac.)
cathy should get a boyfriend.. cathy needs an angel, I want to hug cathy. ...
(You’ve got to love GOOGLE! )
Vincent D'Onofrio in "Paradice Hotel "...
Cathy needs pain medicine.
Cathy wants to be suctioned
Cathy wants ice chips.
Cathy wants to change ...
(Ok already, sheesh.)
cathy needs chocolate. lots of chocolate and a name change. ...
( mmm and hmmm.)
Cathy needs pain medicine.
Cathy wants to be suctioned
Cathy wants ice chips.
Cathy wants to change ...
(Ok already, sheesh.)
cathy needs chocolate. lots of chocolate and a name change. ...
( mmm and hmmm.)
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Fighting For No Future.
She lies uncomplaining on the white sheets, attached to tubes, pumping poison. Chemotherapy, dying for a cure.
She hadn’t wanted to take these last steps, the final fight against the cancer she has battled for 13 years but she considered the children. It would give them time to come to terms with her death if nothing else.
She hadn’t wanted to take these last steps, the final fight against the cancer she has battled for 13 years but she considered the children. It would give them time to come to terms with her death if nothing else.
She is stoic in the presence of others, revealing herself only to me when we are alone.
Taking her frail hand in mine I stroke it gently and smile bravely hoping to hide the fear in my heart. She smiles back and I see my heart reflected in her eyes.
...
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