New Look
Its the little things really. I was never overly fond of the old theme, if there is a picture involved, I want it constantly changing. The attention span of a newt. So with this I am happy. Its a nice theme and hopefully I won’t get too bored of it. We shall see.This week has been really calm compared to the last few, so much so that last night I spent on the couch reading. Would you believe. Mammy2 thought I was sick that I wasn’t at the pc. I’ve started Stolen Time, a book by Sunny Jacobs. Its not going to be an easy read. Its the true story of how Sunny and her husband were wrongly sentenced to Death Row and how she was freed after 17 years. Her husband wasn’t quite so lucky and got the chair. I saw The Exonerated a few years ago when it came to Dublin. Powerful play and an amazing performence from the woman herself playing herself. We were lucky to catch the performence she was in. Although from the reaction at the end as the actors names are read out and Sunny Jacob is annouced as playing herself, there as audible take of breath. When you think of what she had gone through, and what emotions she would have had to revisit reading through love letters herself and her husband shared to hearing about how horrifically her husband died. Not that I am saying the electric chair isn’t horrific. But his exeuction was particularly harrowing with the chair failing a number of times. What amazes me about her is her positive outlook on life. I’m hoping the book will give me some insight into the character she is and how she remains such a positive woman. From an irish traditional music bar in Clare to death row, you gotta love reading 
We managed to finally find a place in Galway for our mate’s wedding.D, the only man in our life for a long time is finally getting hitched on the first of August and so it should be a right hoolie. He’s what one would call the ideal man. I’ve never met anyone like him and I don’t think I ever will. Its impossible to describe him. So it should be a fun day and night, we travel down on the Thursday and we’ve decided whilst we are down there to make a weekend of it. We are staying in one of the few places that there are rooms left for that weekend, Kinevra. It looks like a lovely fishing village. The only thing I am not looking forward to is the fact that I reckon the wedding will be like a college reunion. D, being the nice man that he is still keeps in touch with a lot of the guys we went to college with, including my ex S and my first love and former best mate D. What fun conversation will be at the tables. However, I am going to ignore all politics and hopefully just enjoy the day for D’s sake. If anyone deserves a great day and celebration with all the people he loves, its D.
No word from the clinic still. The longer it goes on, the less likely we think they are going to go for the known donor. Especially with the current press. Lesbian couple with child ‘a de facto family’ I was both delighted and amazed at the judge’s decision. Its refreshing to hear him say “that the best interests of a child lay in remaining with his mother and her female partner, denying guardianship and access rights to the child’s biological father, who donated the sperm to the mother.” The man knew what he was getting into from the start so I don’t really have any sympathy for him. With the bill for legislation coming before parliment tomorrow, this decision was welcomed and well-timed. I do ponder being pregant sometimes, othertimes I don’t even think about it. I don’t want to get my hopes up at all but sometimes its hard. On the plus side we got approved our baby loan so we are sorted for any potential costs that will arise from trips to the clinic etc.
The kid has been asking a lot more questions about Mam’s illness. She thinks we should get the medical files and arrange a meting with Prof Ryenolds, who was Mam’s consultant. She’s asking why do we think Mam got sick and did the hospital do everything it could? She’s been reading up and thinks that certain things didn’t add up. She’s right. I think we all know in our hearts that Mullingar was to blame, from the botched operation to leaving her on a ward with a open stomach wound for weeks where she eventually picked up scepticima. By the time she got to James, there wasn’t much they could do for her except stick her as best they could together. Never mind the fact that the oringial tumour went undetected for years by our local GP. I guess at the time the kid was going through so much upheavel, she didn’t pay attention whilst we anaylsed things over and over again trying to come up with another explanation. When Mam passed away, again we talked about everying, tried to understand. The kid was too busy having her entire world
turned upside down and drowing herself in drink, drugs and boys to care. Now I guess things have settled down a lot for her and she’s starting to ask the questions we have already sort of answered in our head. I guess it will be a discussion we all have to have as a family and see if we can at least provide the answers she’s looking for. I do not want to have to see James hospital again. Ever.
She’s heading to a 21st on Saturday night so she’s asked if she can stay over. We told her she doesn’t need to ask as its still her room. So we might see her for a fleeting minute or 2 on Sunday before we head to Athlone for a long overdue visit to the grave. I don’t think she’ll want to accompany us. We are also catching up with the brother and his gf for lunch. I can’t believe next month will be her anniversary. 4 years. Feels like so much longer and yet so much shorter. If that makes any sense. Because none of it does to me.
