Over the past week I have been reflecting on my journey over the last 90 days and just how far I have come. I’m not gonna lie, I’m pretty bloody chuffed with myself.
On the 23rd May I was 164 kilos and had just been diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes as a result of my weight and my diet. It was the worst thing to have happened to me since my mum lost her battle with cancer and slipped away from me and my family on the 9th December 2010. Man, that sucked. It sucked so bad. It was a Thursday evening that she passed. The Wednesday night before, my wife and I were at our church (we were youth group leaders at the time) and the night was drawing to a close and I said to my sister Gary (remember the nickname evolution from Carol-Anne – Gary that I outlined in a previous blog) “Hey Gaz, we’re off mate, come on let’s go”. We used to drop Gary off to mum and dads on our way home (even though it wasn’t on our way home at all) but this meant that we could sneak in a mid-week cup of tea with my mum in her sick room (a little room off of my parents kitchen that had a nice hospice bed in it because she could no longer make it up the stairs and I guess it was cheaper than putting in a chair lift) and it was close to the downstairs toilet. Gary replied by saying “Nah mate, I’m staying at Lily’s house tonight” This didn’t feel right to me. I don’t know what it was but something about the fact that we weren’t dropping Gary home and therefore not going to get to see mum made me feel a little queasy. In fact, I have that feeling right now just writing about it. I told her to “stop mucking around and to come with us” She reckoned that “mum and dad know that I’m staying at Lily’s and it’s all-good” So, Nikita and I headed home. The next morning as soon as I got to work, I noticed that I had 6 missed calls from mum and dad’s landline number. This was not uncommon as dad was often calling me multiple times to ask me if I had ‘borrowed’ the diced lamb from his freezer. I very seldom receive a call from dad that is not of an accusatory nature. There is a little bit of small talk at the beginning, the old “How are you, how’s Nikita” Then comes the question “Hey, you didn’t happen to borrow a can of chilli beans/diced lamb/500g pack of bacon while you were here last week, did you”? NO DAD. I DIDN’T. I logged into my computer, set up for the day and then I returned the call to see what I had supposedly taken this time and my mums friend Cheryl answered. Hello, weir household. Cheryl? Yes, that you sweetie? Yeah, I have a bunch of missed calls from dad. What’s up? Hang on, I’ll get your brother. No no. What’s going on. Lee – I’ll put you on to Adam …………………………………………………………………………………….. Lee? Yeah man, what’s going on? Come home, bro. Oh god, no……. Really? Yeah little brother. It’s happening now. Come home. On my way. I called Nikita on the way home and she was already on her way to my mum’s house. My Oma as on her way from Cambridge and my uncle and aunty were shooting down from Kamo. I got a txt on my way home that simply read “Beer” So, I stopped by King Dicks Westgate and grabbed a slab of Tui and a slab of Lion Red. And raced back to mums. When I got there, I was told that last night my mum needed to go to the loo, so she went to get out of bed and had had a fall. She pressed her ‘help’ alarm and my brother Adam had come out of the sleepout (where he was staying during the last few months of mum’s life to help out) and found her on the floor in a delirious/hysterical state. Dad came downstairs, and they both successfully managed to get mum back into her bed, but she was still incredibly unsettled and in a total state. Dad called the doctor and he told him to give her a sedative to help her calm down and get back to sleep. So, he did and sadly, she never woke up from that sleep. I remember every minute of that day like it was yesterday. Thursday 9th December 2010. The day that one of the two people that loved me unconditionally and would have given their lives for me without question if it meant that I would not ever feel pain, couldn’t hold on any longer and slipped away from me. I love you mum. I really wish you were still here. Wow what a tangent. Anyway, Over the past three months I have worked extremely hard to get my health in order. I ate less. I ate healthier and I exercised daily. Something that I know I probably should have been doing from the get-go, but still; I am glad to be doing the right stuff now. I am still not happy with how much I weigh, and I do have a goal weight in mind and until I reach that I will keep on doing what I am doing and keep on going hard and pushing myself to do better. I would like to thank everyone that has supported me in this journey (and it is far from over) but I am grateful for all your support so far. Especially my wife, Nikita, my family, my work crew at The Rock & Morepork and my children. That’s who I’m doing it all for – My children. They need their dad around for a long time. I want to teach my son how to drive. I want to dance with my daughter on her wedding day and I want to be around to experience the joy of grandchildren. I am not too sure when my next blog entry will be so thank you for reading them and thank you all for your kind words.
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