I’m very pleased to announce that yesterday evening at 18.06 Lovely is born.

It was a bit exiting course the umbilical cord was in front of the little girls head, and they had to be quick to get her out, so it was like this, one nurse at the head end of the bed one nurse on her knees between the mothers legs to keep the head up and at the feet end was I. We ran like nuts to the surgery room, course there was no time to waist, she got a caesarian section, with a complete anesthesia, but both are doing fine, everything went well there, thank goodness.

 

The reason I’m happy with this birth is that they ask me to be the godmother of Lovely.

Once again I’m being a mom,

So much exiting, I didn’t know I could handle it so easy, I was very calm and even the nurses were asking me for some assistants, well done I would say, to both Mother and child.

 

Everything was like speedy conzales yesterday, 

I had a very important meeting at seven o’clock, and yes I was only fifteen minuets late so, well done for me either, after that I had to return to the hospital with the clothes for Lovely and bed clothes for the mother. So there I was on the road again, well my day ended at 23.30, hour, so that I finely could take some food at me and water.

 

Life is so beautifully, specially when a child is born.

 

Well I don’t have CF or with the Flemish word Muco.

It’s a relief that you can’t believe, man I was so happy when I heard the news,

 

What was it then?

Well first of all I had a whole in my lungs filth with air, how it got there we still don’t have a answer on that. But they glue it together again with ( I’ll guess pattex…..lol ),

My blood samples were perfect, I have a body of some one with the age of 25, my heard beat was one of a sports man and I don’t have any cholesterol. Not that I had aspect that, but the heard beat was nice to know.

 

But it didn’t declare why I had so much infections, well there you have him again, Mr. Monas,

He was the one who gave all those infections, and made sure that my body get exhausted.

Now with my stubbornness I’ll never gave in to him, I’ve never let him win, and was fighting him with exercises and cycling a lot here at my place. So that my lung capacity would grow and Mr. Monas had a heard time to survive. Now for this moment that man is a sleep, he’s shrunk to a very little piece of bacteria, but is still here. As long as he is sleeping it’s okay for me, I can keep on working at my lung capacity so that it would get more and more, and he will get it difficulty to break out again.

 

 

 

                                                 My Adventure at Antibes

 

Well Chantal described almost everything in her journal, but forgot a little few things here and there

( on purpose ? )

 

First of all our dinner at “ Le Jardin “ at Saturday evening. She is forgot to tell that her Hubby asked several times to the waiter to make a picture of us all three together as a souvenir. Well as I told her I wont stuck on paper they both wanted to listing to me, and the poor man had to come back four times to try to take one, and finely he succeeded in one of them.

 

Menton, what a city, what a weather and what a adventure that was,    boy oh boy !!!!

Now, you want to know what happened there and a part is already described at Chantal’s journal, but not all !!!!!

The fact that I had to be very rhythmic, like jumping around, that Hubby ran his heard out of his body to get the car in time at Chantal, and that people were thinking that we were a part of the famous movie of two gay’s.

The noises Chantal was making gave Hubby the feeling he had to do the same, I’ll guess it were my words that she didn’t pick out his shoes to left her stomach there, but mine, had made it a bit easier on him. Poor Hubby, and poor Chantal.

 

Now why we did it easy on Monday?

Ha!!!!, I had the same feeling on Monday as Chantal had on Sunday, with that exception I didn’t have to do nothing in particular, but was so wise to not eat at all and take a sip of water every now and then, course I had to take a flight back home. Sweet Chantal was so kind to decide that we had lunch at McD, only the smell of it gave me a full stomach, a overloaded one is a better description, but she bought me a bottle of water so that I could sip again.

 

Now the trip to the airport was one of his kind,

Chantal was so nerves and sad that I had to go already, she was thinking that she could park for free !!!!!

I had to tell her she had to take her credit card and little money, course if I didn’t, she couldn’t get out, hihi

It was heart to say good bye, for the both of us,

But the good news is that I will going back in July so that we can together again for a few day’s, and this time my girls are coming with me.

Oh some thing I was completely forgotten to tell,

When I was back home most of the people were saying that I was selfish of going on a vacation without my husband.

They all forgot some thing, it was my honeymoon trip.

A few day’s before we were married for fifth teen  years, and this was a gift from my husband. Well people and their thoughts and mouth, some of them are always thinking they are so much better then the rest of us.

Never mind, I will go back with my two girls and already know we would have a great time.

I will cook the dinner for Hubby and Chantal and my girls and if there is something left, maybe I will have some too…….      

Hmm don’t have a clue to write this down, but I was in the hospital yesterday and didn’t get the best news ever.

My doctor’s words were like this, “ I ain’t gone turn around in circles with you and gone be honest I’ll have seriously thoughts about something and want to do some more test about that” When I was asking what kind of thoughts he said “ I have seriously thoughts that you have the milder version of Muco ( Cystic Fibrosis ) Well I don’t have to tell you all how I sat there, my world was falling apart in little pieces, after I swallowed a few times I ask him how he came to this conclusion. The simply answer he gave me was your infection with the Pseudo Mona’s Bacteria. Yeah great, so now he isn’t only eating my body but also destroying it.

Tuesday I’ll have to go back for a HR CT Scan, they already took a half of a litre blood and Monday the thirteen I’ll have to go back to him. Whenever the tests are only pointing to it, he will sent me furder to a professor here at Leuven who is a specialist in people with this disease. Again back to Leuven,


Now on this very moment I’m glad that I belong to the living one’s course I had a beautiful phone call from a very dear friend this afternoon, ( I’ll bet she’s smiling behind her desk when she is reading this ) and had the opportunity to think about my life and the plans I had and still have. I’ll know I have to be quick with a few one’s but I’m still looking to the future no matter how small she is right now, there is one.
I’ll have my three kids and a very handsome and loving husband, have my real friends and that’s all I need. I’ll hope to see my kids grow up in future and that’s all I’m asking for ; no more no less.

On a very short term I have a short holiday with one of my dearest friends and I’ll know it would be fun, not only fun the other people are gone think we are crazy, to say it in the words of a TV serie here running “ Those stupid women’s “ and that with a French accent.

Gone enjoy this evening with a movie of Pernell, a lot of fun too.
Life is still beautiful

Well you have day’s and day’s and when you have seven of them you have a week.
That’s very clear for me so far, but……. All those day’s are separate from each other and then you see none of them are the same or equal. Even if they have a day time or night time, mornings and afternoons etc,

Now as you all know ( or not ) I’m a mother of three children,,,,
Richard my eldest and thirteen going to fourteen,
Marijke my eldest daughter eleven going to twelve year,
And Fleurtje who is just became eight year.

Now I don’t have a clue, but there is always something with our youngest. Not that she is a bad one or something, but she has always her answer ready, to everyone, and always up for something. Thinking to much for such a little girl and far behind her thoughts may go, at least that’s what I’m thinking of it for an eight year old.

Last week one of the teachers gave birth to a baby, now we had a lot of hand and talking work when we had explained her a few years before how babies get in and out. Now with the birth of Rune, everything started all over again ( my goodness ), now she has accept that daddy’s plant a little seat into to mommy’s tummy, but she hasn’t done yet with arguing about the fact that baby’s left the tummy thru a door,

Where is the door then???
Down under,
Where down under???
Well…… down under and I was pointing to her… okay you got the picture,
There????? Now way mommy I’m doing my pippi with that.
Yeah right…… well when you are old enough you get a door there.
For free?????
Yup absolutely for free,,,
Hmm a door…. Can I pick out the colour????
For what???
The door……
Yeah you can,,,, phew survived that.

Now I do hope that she isn’t going to ask about it any more, course every time she does her questions are more difficulty and my answers more expressive.

Well kids ain’t they nice?????

The last few hours I can’t stop thinking of our Dad,
I have flashbacks of the things we have done, and how he would react or say things.

Feeling a bit lonely course he is gone from July last year, and for the very first moment I’m struggling with it.
Not that I ain’t big enough to handle it, but after helping so many people with their grieve of his dead, there is no one left to listing
to me. I’m to late.
Well I’m a big girl and know what to do in cases like this but a listening ear would be nice every now and then, even for me.
I’m not from plastic and don’t have a concrete wall build around me.

While I’m writing this, it’s a complete disaster in my head.
I want to write it, but can’t get it on paper.
Have to deal with a lot of emotions, and try to hold my tears back.
My kids can’t see me like this, they have never saw my tears so they won’t see it now.

Can’t forget the image of Dad while he was in Hospital,
I was sitting on his bed and looking at him, deep, when I gave him a good-bye kiss and told him to be back soon,
There was a very salty taste on his chin, but he wasn’t sweating at all. Didn’t think of it any more that period, but now when it’s still coming back I remember the taste and it’s leaving me in a bit of a shock. Two years ago I had the same taste myself .
Man didn’t realize that I was so close to death, I did know I was I’ll, for a good one, but that close, the least you can say that I’m lucky to be here around and only left with Mr. Monas, so that I be able to go one with life.
There is so much to tell, but some how it isn’t working for me, not for this moment.

Well finely a update,

The past week was busy, hectically, crazy , and filth with humor. What else does a human bean need.

Maybe some rest and quietness, if you ask me.

 

We have almost ended a super large project for such a small company as we are, it was a factory, build for almost 80% in glass, we had to hire ourselves a crane to get everything on his place, but we did it   now we have almost done the painting inside of that factory but have some delay’s course we have to wait when others have done their job. An other project is also ready, a house, not a normal one, nope one who is build in (hahaha) stone and glass. The glass part begins at the basements and end up at the third floor, also a crane needed here but done also the paintings.

 

The Percussion group is two drum sets richer, two Tama’s a white and a black one, well don’t like the white color, but the black one is need.

The repetitions with the song “Played a Life” are making progress, we are playing it with four bongo’s, three basses, snares and little percussion, it’s okay when you hear it, no it it’s recognizable, we still have to work on the tempo and to get everything together so that we are coming close to the original song, but we ain’t far from that anymore. So there’s hope for me and my fellow musicians. An other piece of music was set under our eyes last week, and it don’t look that difficult either, it has the delicious name “Spotlight on the Drummer”,  the author must have been without any inspiration for this title course it’s written for only percussion instruments.

 

Now what about the highlight in the news yesterday????

The citizens of the city’s Lommel, Overpelt and Balen does have 40% more change at lung cancer as other people of Belgium.

Whola, why???  They had took some ground samples 25 years ago, it took them 5 years to get the samples, then they start investigate our land. Now after 20 year they have finished “whoopee”, and their conclusion is that there is to much cadmium in the ground, because of the lead factory’s who had being here.

Well while they were busy with the research we already started things ourselves. We dig away our land and put the fresh black one instead of it. Took grand samples ourselves and let that investigate as well, but at a different company and before the end of that year we had the test result. We have a nice and healthy backyard.

Our mayor is a bit mad, he put a lot of time and energy to get the whole city cleaned, he made sure that there is a lot of green around, so that the people can breath friendly and easy without coughing themselves to hell and now finely after twenty years there are the results. He asked immediately an other investment to be sure we are safe over an other twenty year. That good old Lowieke.       

 

Today was a day of cleaning ironing, washing, eating, typing, paying, and get the girls to school and back again.

Fleurtjes teacher celebrate his birthday today, “it was his birthday”, he decide to make some popcorn, for the class. Well with the help of Fleurtje and her fellow students the teacher got a bit nerves. Who wouldn’t??? He was so nerves when the time was ready to take of the pan of the stove he dropped it on the ground, the smart one whipped everything in a pan and gave it to the third/four class and started with fresh popcorn for his own class.  A miracle happened today at school, Fleurtje asked me if it was okay that she was going to Enzo his birthday next Saturday, well you have to know that our Enzo is the only boy at her class, ( they are with six girls and one boy ), and that they are in a fight at the beginning of the school year. Everyday she had complaints about him like “ He was busy again today, couldn’t stop talking and was blaming me” or “what a name Enzo Ferrari, and he doesn’t even have a Ferrari” but when they have to change their seats in class they always make sure they sit next to each other.

And now there was the question of going to a party???? Girls ahhh they are sweet when they are eight.

 

For now I’m gone make myself and the rest of the household some dinner.

There you have it, the year is just begun or I have already to make a few decisions who will have an impact of the rest of the year and far behind.

 

The first one I have to take isn’t that difficult, it’s something I want to do for a long time, getting myself specialist in hospice care.

Yes helping people when they are dying, not only the dying people but also their family. I made my mind up for that one, I’m going to Hasselt in February and follow the curses for that. It does mean that I have to let go my examines for  architect designer this year and do them next year. Well I think it’s worth it.

 

An other thing is that one of my fellow musicians told me to get myself specialist in Latin / rhythm and blues / jazz music, it does mean hart work for that either. He told me that I will do a great job in it, and it will only make me richer. He’s easy talking about that, you have to know al kinds of rhythms when you are a drummer, but to special’s myself in one of the most difficult rhythms there is in this world I don’t know. It doesn’t mean I will give it a shot, but specializing is going a bit to far I’ll think.

 

One other worry about my mind is that I have an appointment with my specialist on February the third, well I hope he can be gentle with me. I’ll know that I would have an other Bronchoscopy, if things are oké inside, but you will never know with that fellow inside me. He’s making a profit right now that I’m tired, had loose more wait and try to attack me again. I’m glad I have my medicines to take and that I’m on oxygen during the night. Rattling again .

 

There is some good news too, Zazou isn’t mad at me any more and eating again, Fleurtje; well she is back from her short holiday; man I was glad to see her back. I really missed her, and it was only for two day’s. Well some have and some don’t.

Very often I get comment of other people who are telling me she is very direct and honest, but that’s the way she is and I don’t want to change that, I love her the way she is, beautiful, one with nature, and well just herself. She can’t cheat, isn’t cruel or mean and normally she can go with more then one person thru a door. I’ll think that’s what bothering a lot of people, her honestly, the pureness of a child. Oh man now I’m writing such negative things and I ain’t negative at all.

 

Don’t worry about nothing just tried to write down for the very first time what was on my mind.  

At my place we do have a few pets ( ahum ), one of them is my parrot Zazou, he's a sweety, talks and dance if I ask him to do so, he's a real friend, very social too. So he was this morning, I thought it was time to clean up my house so I starded with the christmas tree. As we know a parrot does have a nature instinct that a tree is something you can take place in and build your little home, atleast for the birds who are living free in nature. Zazou has too that opignion even he his living in a house. So when I starded this morning at the tree, he flew out of his cage and landed on the tree, I asked him to leave there course his friend had to work and he changed his seat from the tree to the halogen lamp ( which was burning course of the darkness here ) after a while I begun something to smell, yakkie, my first thought was that my dryer was getting his last ghost course I put in my wash just a min before, when I came back I saw a lot of smoke in my room, your guessing it by now I think, yup my Parrot was on fire, well not my compleet Zazou, his tail was burning!!!!!!

Poor thing when I said not to soft "Zazou get the hell out of there" I scared him and he flew back to his cage, I run after him at once to see if he had more damage ofcourse, there wasn't any ( oef )Well and then he made a foul of me, he was mad, was telling me "mammie stout" ( bad mommy ). Yeah, thank you Zazou!!! I'm gone safe your life a other time, he is still mad at me, the tree is gone, I scared the hell out of him to yell at him when he was on fire, then he had to take his daily shower, it was just to much for my Zazou.

Me and my firends,

Happy New Year to all my friends !!!!!!!

 

Here are the whishes I've got from my yunghest doughter Fleurtje.

Lieve pap en mama,

Tovenaars en Heksen,die hebben toverkracht;

Ze kunnen dingen toveren, die je helemaal niet verwacht;

Zo steken ze met nieuwjaar hun toverstaf omhoog,

en toveren in de nacht een prachtige regenboog.

De regenboog ontploft dan met een harde knal,

en duizende kleurijkesterren fonkelen overal.

Dan zeggen ze tot slot nog een gekken toverspreuk, en roepen

2006 wordt kletsekloderleuk!!!!

 

Thank you Fleurtje, my sweet little girl?

Well not much to tell for me this day, I've being busy for the dinner this evening and find finly some time to write at this journal.

In some parts of Belgium the kids have a tradition to go sing the old year away and welcome the new comming year. So that is what I've being doing this morning, walked around with a eight year old girl in the melting snow, which was became quit a lot last evening. We almost had to swim here. The song they are singing is going like this. " Oudjaar Nieuwjaar 'k wens U een gelukkig Nieuwjaar" or the othersong will go like this. "Nieuwjaarke zoete k'heb kou voeten laat me nie te lang staan want ik moet nog verdergaan" and when they finishest their song you supost to give them a bit of money or candy, Fleurtje is counting her money, and counting and counting .

Oh found something back in my head, there is something to tell.

At Euphonia,( my percussiongroup )we are gonne play the song "Played a life" or better know as "The Bongosong", oh boy, I'll pray to God that I don't have to play the bongo's it's more for Martine or Maarten they are much betterr then I am. Not that it is that diffecult but you almost have to have your flying license to get everything on time at the bongo's.

I want to whish every one a Happy New Year a fantastic begining of 2006!!!!!