Sunday, November 22, 2009

A note from Katie

Hi Chris and Lindy,

I wanted to share two things with you. The first is something that
resonated with me the other night and the second is a sad (yet happy)
reality for Josh and I.

On TV the other night was one of my all-time favorite movies: The
Shawshank Redemption. I can almost quote the entire thing and think
it's brilliant - I'm sure you've seen it (and encourage you to do so
if you haven't!)! Anyway, as it got close to the finish of the movie,
I was reminded of one of my favorite quotes and as I heard it, it
struck me smack bang in the heart.  It is a reflection by Red (one of
the main characters) about his friend Andy...

"Those of us who knew him best talk about him often. I swear, the
stuff he pulled. It always makes us laugh. Sometimes it makes me sad,
though, Andy being gone. I have to remind myself that some birds
aren't meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are just too
bright... and when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a
sin to lock them up does rejoice... but still, the place you live is
that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss
my friend."


Even now I tear up reading it back to myself and thinking about it. It
is a little different though to my/our situation, as the movie
concludes with a reunion of the two friends here on earth. (If you are
unfamiliar with the movie Red and Andy were in a prison and Andy got
out (hence the quote), and Red joined soon after.) I miss Ben all the
time and find this quote comforting - and I know there will be a happy
ending to our movie when we all get to heaven! I could go on forever
about my feelings of loss, sorrow and happiness since Ben won the
victory, but may leave that to a later conversation perhaps.
Now to the sad (yet happy) reality for Josh and I....

Next Monday we are moving house into our new two bedroom unit. This is
a good thing in itself, but we leave our little apartment that Ben
once shared with us every now and again. It reminds me that time keeps
moving and that we will have to move with it if we want to continue
our lives too, but slowly (as I remember you saying in a blog) things
will change, new things will happen that Ben won't be here to share
with us. This is one of them. We will miss showing him around our new
home, miss having him at our many bbqs that will happen, and miss many
more things too. BUT Ben has a very prominent spot on our fridge (a
couple of spots actually), so I feel like we take him with us too...of
course we take him with us - he is forever with us in our hearts! As
we packed up the other day, we took his photo off the fridge and said
to ourselves "Come on, let's go Ben - we're moving house".

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Stu wrote to us this week:

I keep remembering what was happening "this time last year."

For example, Saturday was national "seven-eleven day," where they give
out free slurpees between the hours of 7am-11pm.  I remember that day
last year, it was about 10:30pm, tim, pete, sally and I were with Ben
in his little cubicle in 3-west.  Simon rang up asking what we were up
to and if we wanted slurpees.  Of course we all did, so him and Dave
HL went to the local 7-11 and told them that they needed 7 slurpees
for their friend who was in hospital with cancer.  Of course they
obliged.  Then the two of them had to carry these 7 slurpees to
Box-Hill hospital, smuggle them through the Emergency Department
entrance, then finally past the nurses into his bed (number 4 at this
point I think).  It was great, we all sat around drinking our slurpees
together, joking about how bad the 7-11 man must have felt when he
refused them at first,  and generally enjoying a good time.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Teddies (yes: I give up on 'Teddys')

Teddies adorning our bedroom to date. Lindy has named one after each of the boys, although she hasn't found a Ben yet. Any guesses which is Andy?


Saturday, November 7, 2009

Divisions in the family

The astute blog reader will have noticed a variation in the spelling
of the plural of Teddy in an earlier blog.

I say the plural of Teddy is Teddys because Teddy is a proper noun
nickname for Theodore, named after President 'Teddy' Roosevelt's comic
bear hunt in 1902 and a famous cartoon in the Washington Post of the
President with a bear.

But Andy says, of course not, the plural of Teddy is Teddies because a
Teddy is just a bear and because y changes to ies in the plural.

But I say that if Teddy is just a bear it's like Pooh bear and Pooh is
his name. And if you had more than one Pooh it wouldn't be Poohies
would it? It would be Poohs. Tiddly pom.

But Andy says that argument doesn't follow because Pooh doesn't end in a y.
 
Tim is non-committal. Pete and Matt are asleep and Lindy isn't too
sure but thought we should blog it. Ben no doubt would have a strong
opinion.

The comment line is open for your thoughts. Meanwhile Teddy photos will follow soon.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Over the hills and far away...

Lindy has just written an essay for her counselling course which I
(Chris) encouraged her to put on the blog. It's long so only the
beginning appears below. You'll have to follow the link at the end for the rest.

This is a reflective essay written by 'Old Mother Duck', who went out
one day, "over the hills and faraway" but when she called, "quack
quack, quack quack: only four of her [five] ducks came back." Her lost
duckling would never come back, but every day she went out to look for
him anyway. This essay, is about grief due to bereavement. I will
begin with an account of the last six months of my oldest son's life
and then briefly present some theories specific to counselling in
loss. These discussions are, of necessity, glimpses only, and include
key concepts and approaches from Freud's beginnings in 1917 to one of
the current theories proposed by an American professor of psychology,
Robert Neimeyer (Neimeyer, 2000). I shall present the theories
factually without my own opinions but my experiences are included in
the essay where relevant. I will finish the essay by looking briefly
at loss counselling possibilities while omitting more general theories
and skills, including how my experience might affect me as a
counsellor.

Ben

"Out of a clear blue sky" has resounded in my head since my strong and
healthy 23 year old was diagnosed with a rare lymphoma. Ben had a lump
on his leg. After a couple of months he thought he should have it
checked out. It surely was innocent but it was growing. It took weeks
of different doctors' opinions to have it correctly diagnosed. The
lump was now the size of a tennis ball. It was growing every day and
looked red and swollen to shiny. It was painless. The cancer journey
started for me with his words, quiet and serious, 'It is cancer Mum.
Not maybe.' That was the beginning. We of course assumed it would be
an annoying interruption to Ben's life and nothing more. How wrong we
were. The end of June 2008 until the beginning of December that year
was all the time Ben had left.

[If you want to read more, go to the full essay.]