Angels, Aleppo and Appreciation

**I wrote this last year but discovered it again this morning. I wanted to share it, even if it's somewhat out of date & a slight departure from what I normally focus on **

Today has been a game of two halves - two polar opposites of emotion. I went to bed last night consuming the news coming out of Aleppo and as my head hit the pillow, tears rolled down my cheeks. With each new tweet the horrors unfolded...medics being murdered, those loyal servants to their people who have worked tirelessly to protect & mend their fellow human beings, women and children reportedly being executed on sight and hundreds of men missing. I watched videos of Syrians begging, yes begging, for international support, for salvation, for our aid. This is not new - they have been calling more intensely on us for several months now but government after government around the world have put their hands over their ears and eyes. Members of the public who have become so used to these images, Tim Farron described it as 'compassion fatigue', have become beguiled by fanatics telling us these children, these families needing our help are terrorists wanting to harm us.

I can openly admit that I have become somewhat obsessed with Syria, with Aleppo. I feel no shame in that - my obsession comes from a place of disbelief that we have not helped, that genocide is taking place yet we, humanity, has become so isolationist, so self absorbed that we have idly sat back and allowed this massacre come to pass.

This morning as I brushed my eldest daughter's hair, I tried to imagine what my fellow parents were enduring in Aleppo. With each brushstroke I pictured the devastation of not being able to protect your child, knowing that your life was likely to be lost and I wondered the fury that must be racing through their veins knowing the whole world knows what is happening and is simply ignoring it. As we walked to school I felt a sense of both sadness and appreciation. Sadness at being so utterly redundant to help, so pathetically incapable of making a difference. Appreciation that we were free and safe to live life - to criticise our government without fear of reprisal, to question decisions, to walk in our town without threat of violence. I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt at that feeling - why should some of us be lucky and some not.

I then attended my youngest daughter's first Nativity...it was a beautiful cohesion of shambolic loveliness. Little people singing, dancing, forgetting their lines, pulling their skirts up over their heads and yet it was entirely peaceful. As I watched Bean, again I felt total appreciation for seeing her fulfilling the role of angel. Three years ago, I wondered if my little baby who was skin and bone, floppy and desperately unwell, would make it to her first birthday, let alone the joy of her first show. As that sense of gratitude washed through me and I listened to the Priest's words about reminding ourselves to be kind, to care for others and protect one another, I felt both hope and despair. Hope that Bean had achieved so much and despair of the world she was growing into.

The juxtaposition of those emotions reminded me to never stop thinking of those people in Aleppo, to not remain silent & pretend it isn't happening. To shout from the rooftops that we must do more to be kind, to care for, to protect. I've lost my faith in God, in fact I'm very angry with him, but I do hope that the messages I heard today disseminate. For every awful atrocity that we hear of, it is a scar on humanity. It should hurt every single one of us because the day it doesn't, we are truly lost. With every cruel act we are consistently seeing both the negligence & then the beauty of mankind. Men and women running to help, people donating time, money, possessions to those in need. If that behaviour, that spirit, could be channeled up to government what a difference we could actually make.

Bibi xx

Dear Kindness...where did you go?

Dear Kindness 

"No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted." Those words were written by Aesop, an Ancient Greek writer who lived in the 6th century BC in Athens, Greece. It's true isn't it? An act of kindness, whatever that looks or feels like, is profound. It can be life changing in fact. So I'm wondering where you've gone? What happened for you to abandon us? or perhaps, what have we done to sacrifice you?

Over the last two years, specifically since 20 August 2014 (the day my daughter was diagnosed with a genetic deletion), you have become one of the most significant words in my life. I've clung to your importance, I've sought you out through professionals, friends and family. I've been disappointed when it feels you're absent, when I've heard people use painful words to describe individuals like my child. When I read a letter from a mother who lost her child to suicide, begging for you, for kindness from others. When I watched a documentary (A World Without Down Syndrome) that suggests the medical world wants to eradicate a type of person based on their genetic profile. I wonder when we lost all sense of direction and became so cruel - surely it's not who we want to be or should be. 

Kindness, to me, you are about suspending judgement - thinking before we speak, choosing our words, our language carefully. No-one wants to live in a hyper-sensitive world, where we cannot talk openly but we must also recognise the power of our words. They can damage us, they can limit us and, sadly, on occasions they can destroy us. Kindness, you are generous, warm, patient, forgiving...so often these days we choose aggressive, blunt, curt and pernicious language to assert ourselves. Why? Why have we cultivated this behaviour? From the snappy 'I don't care' slogans on our t-shirts, to our keyboard warrior antics on social media. 

Kindness, you invite us to take a breath, to pause, to consider others. To take the time to be thoughtful and just. I've been acutely aware of that need to be gentle, to be respectful, since my daughter was diagnosed. Ive seen people become uncomfortable by her (she's 3), yet still I have witnessed people feeling unsure or uneasy by some of her mannerisms. It would take nothing just to be kind, a few minutes of your time to smile, to say hello 50 times if necessary. Remember Aesop's words, no act of kindness is wasted. Truly, it is not.

Every action has a reaction, every word has an effect, every wound leaves a scar, every smile lifts the spirits and every act of kindness has an impact. In a world, which at the moment seems bereft of positive stories, we need you Kindness...we need you to shine a light on us all. We need to bask in the glorious truth that kindness has power, it breaks barriers and it unites us. So, Kindness, if you can hear me, please come back. 

Yours sincerely,

Bibi xx

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Chromosomes, Coffee and CANADA ❤️🇨🇦

This summer we were fortunate enough to visit family in Canada. We hopped a plane to Toronto from London...I'm not going to lie, the prospect of a 7 hour flight with a 6 & 2 year old was not exactly thrilling but they were angels. Seriously - total angels! We had lots of food, a couple of glasses of wine (not the kids obviously), some strong coffee, a ton of Disney and suddenly we were touching down in this vibrant city. As soon as we disembarked I had a wish that I'd visited before children - we would've had so much fun!! 

A yummy dinner, a good sleep & before you knew it we were greeted with a new day. We took a quick wander round the city...a little spy of the CN Tower, the Rogers Centre (Go Jays!), Ripley's Aquarium, the cool orange signs, the immaculately clean streets...I could go on. As we stepped I looked at my girls and thought how lucky we were to be sharing this moment together. Such a cool trip & it had barely begun. 

Later that day we jumped in our hire car and headed towards Lake Huron. 3 hours zoomed past and finally we arrived at a little piece of heaven. Have you ever found somewhere and immediately felt at home? As if all those times of questioning where you fit in, why you've always felt the odd one out, suddenly seemed to dissipate. It was incredibly freeing, in fact it made me quite emotional. Now, before anyone says it, I'll do it for you...we were witnessing Canada (Lake Huron to be exact) in all its blissful summer glory. I know that come winter this place transforms into a sub zero winter wonderland...but perhaps with less of the wonder if you've endured Canadian winters for a lifetime! But, despite those nagging thoughts in the back of my mind, I loved it. I adored how polite people were, the extraordinary level of kindness extended to us, how welcome we felt (despite our British accents - trust me, that isn't always the case when you travel) and the relaxed nature we continually encountered. 

During our stay we went to a Celtic Music Festival...one of the beautiful things about Canada is the diverse community. So many families travelled far & wide to North America, to settle, to make it their home. It's what my family did - Irish born but London based, my relatives left for a better life and they found it. For 40 years they have carved out careers, relationships, homes...a new way of living that they have fully & unquestionably embraced, but their Irish roots remain apart of who they are. I saw that history of birth running through the veins of the towns I visited. The Celtic traditions: the music, song, poetry, was evident to see and hear. It was, without sounding crass, magical. All these many nationalities embedded together under one flag, it made me feel proud to be there...& made me feel a million miles away from all the negativity, hate filled problems Brexit has caused in the place I call home. It made me want to stay there forever. 

My aunt described it as a 'kinder community'...as a parent of a child who faces the potential of a lifetime of challenges and obstacles, this was deeply appealing. I'm sure if there are any Canadians reading this they will think I'm being too idealistic or viewing their country with rose tinted glasses, and maybe I am but something about it clicked. It felt right. And surely that's what it's all about, finding somewhere that you feel passionately about. 

So what now? Do we take the plunge and try a new life? I'm certainly nervous at the prospect, the million and one things I would need to do to make it happen but if there is even the slightest hint that we could give my girls, Bean especially, a kinder and more understanding future then I want to grab hold of that & not let go. It's hard for others to understand that...unless you have a loved one who has an uncertain future then all this might seem silly but I know that we have to do everything & anything in our power to improve and enhance our lives but more importantly the future for our girls. 

So...although nothing is certain yet, I hope we have the opportunity to try something new & give us all reasons to be positive for the future.

Bibi xx

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Undiagnosed Children’s Day - 29 April 2016

Today is the 4th #undiagnosedchildrensday. Often the word SWAN (Syndromes Without A Name) is used - it is essentially an umbrella term for a child or young adult who is believed to have a genetic condition or rather an undiagnosed genetic condition. This can impact on a child and their family in enormous ways. There is no designated medical path to follow - no exact treatment plan. Sometimes it can involve guess work and fighting fires, instead of a preemptive strategy. 

For anyone who has read a few of my posts, you will know by now that diagnosis came relatively quickly for my daughter. She had a very precise symptom, which lead her consultant to carry out a FISH test (I’ve attached a link as I wouldn't dare to attempt to give an exact translation of this!). They were able to administer this test to look at a specific chromosome - number 7. Within 8 weeks we had a diagnosis and a plan. I have frequently said that it is easy to become blasé about having a label, a name for why your child is developing in a particular manner. As time has passed I have started to fully appreciate what it means to ‘know’, to be able to map out and consider the future. To know the organs of the body that need to be monitored or observed. The methods that might unlock or support your child to achieve. 

When my lovely girl was diagnosed we had genetic counselling (one of the most fascinating meetings of my life). This incredible man enlightened us on what we had in store, what we would need to be aware of but more than that he offered us hope and support for the journey we were beginning. At the end of this session he handed me a booklet, which contained around 50 pages. This outlined every stage of my daughter’s life and what medical checks would need to be done. I can remember casually putting this in my bag and walking out. I had no real appreciation at that point how valuable & fortunate we were to be carrying this paperwork. I feel completely ashamed writing that today but I do it to make people realise how grateful they should feel to have a diagnosis, even when it hurts to your core. 

I know a number of children & young adults who have yet to find a diagnosis. I have witnessed first hand the struggles, worries and apprehension this can cause. The not knowing must be deeply painful but yet they continue to put one foot in front of the other - determined to give their all to their child. Studies like the 100,000 Genomes Project are working towards finding diagnosis and treatments plans for those who need them. I have met one of the Drs involved in this and he is simply the most dynamic man I have ever met - he is passionate about discovery and changing the lives of families. The support he offered my family post diagnosis will never be forgotten. 

So, this is my plea to you. Please support #undiagnosedchildrensday - retweet, Facebook, tell your loved ones, tell everyone about the importance of it. For the friends I know who live this every day, life without diagnosis is complicated and unforgiving at times, but their child is just as loved, valued and significant as your own. 

Bibi xx

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You can make a difference - if you would like to support SWAN then please find the details below:

“If you would like to make a one off donation you can also do this via Just Giving or Virgin Money Giving or text SWAN11 plus the amount (up to £10) to 70070.” from https://undiagnosed.org.uk/get-involved/

Easter...

So for some reason, we never seem to get much luck around Easter...someone always seems to fall ill and nothing ever goes entirely to plan. This year my littlest lady came down with a double ear infection...resulting in her needing a hospital trip, antibiotics & a truck load of calpol (can't live without that stuff!!). Thankfully she is truly on the mend & has managed to gobble up plenty of chocolate...as have I.

But with any holiday season, it provokes a tendency to reminisce and I've done my fair share of that today. I've thought about those gorgeous ones who should be here but aren't...it reminded me, as the weather starts to warm up a little, that soon the roses we planted in memory of my lovely mother & father in law will be in bud & then in full bloom. I simply adore 'their' roses...their strong branches envelop my porch; it feels like their arms wrapping around my house & our family. They welcome every visitor and, although I miss them terribly, their presence feels very real every time I see the pink and white of these beautiful flowers. 

I also thought about how far we've come over the last 12 months...my youngest, was just starting to walk this time last year. Now she's running, jumping, chatting...every day feels like a step forward :) My eldest seems to have grown up so much...the school years are flying by in a flash and I'm trying to savour every moment I get with her. Like this evening, we watched 'Inside Out', while she brushed my hair and attempted all sorts of crazy styles! Rare little moments just the two of us are so precious. Looking back reminds me what we've overcome - the triumphs and the lessons. Each and every one is important to me. 

So, from my family to yours - I hope your Easter weekend has been full of fun, chocolate & memories past and new. 

Bibi xx

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