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Happy Mothers Day

I was 19 when I had my first child, many people said it was too young.  That Timm and I were idiots who couldn’t cope with being parents…  We probably were idiots.  But the minute that not so little bundle was put in our arms it all changed.  We realised what the meaning of life was, we had created a human being and it was amazing.  Ellie and Thom followed in the next four years and our family was complete.

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I love being a mum, yes I may complain about the difficulties, the constantly messy house, teenage dramas and general stress of having a family but I wouldn’t have it any other way.  My kids are the best achievement of my life, they are the thing I am most proud of and three of the most important people in the world.

My heart beats for them and Im continually blown away that between myself and that wonderfully weird husband of mine, we managed to create these three perfect, unique, bizarre, clever, funny, kind, talented, beautiful children.

They are the reason I get up in the morning and the reason I fight so damn hard to be healthy and positive.  The reason I will go through surgery, medication and recovery so I can be the best momma I possibly can for them.

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Life is fragile, it can be so brief.  Hold your loved ones close today, tell them you love them.

 

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A message for my teenage son…

To my lovely, awesome, sometimes pain in the arse teenage son, here are some life lessons you should probably take on board.  Then pass on to your lovely, awesome, sometimes pain in the arse teenage friends…

1. Just be nice.

This has always been lesson number one in this house.  Shows of brute strength or masculinity mean little, but by following the rule of ‘just be nice’ you won’t go far wrong in life.  Hold doors for others, use your manners, show kindness, respect and courtesy.  Seriously, people like that.  It will help you go through life smoothly.  Don’t be a bully.  Don’t intimidate, hurt, humiliate or taunt others.  Its not cool and if I catch you being a bully, no matter how old you are, I WILL call you out on it and it won’t end well.

2. Clean, cook, do laundry.

Dude, these are just life skill you are going to need.  It may seem ok now to step over the crap in your room, eat cereal straight from the box and ‘clean’ your clothes by giving them a shake and perhaps a bit of body spray but as you get older, its just gross and a bit sad.  You will feel good about yourself, independent and as you get older you will definitely impress the ladies or gents that come into your life.

3. Aim before you shoot.

Seriously, its not difficult.  Lift the toilet seat, aim penis, have a wee.  Pissy toilet seats, floors, WALLS for gods sake are GROSS.  Its not ok.  Also if you poo, clean the bowl.  Its not rocket science.  I guarantee that no partner finds cleaning another persons bodily fluids from a toilet bowl sexy.

4. Don’t take photos of your bodily parts.

It is NEVER a good idea. Ever.  Unless you want me, your father, your grandmother and your teachers to see that photo of your penis, don’t send it to anyone.  In fact, don’t even take the picture.  Its stupid, dangerous and when you become a rock star or prime minister it WILL come back to haunt you.

5. Real women don’t look like the ones on TV or magazines.

Most women have body hair, yep legs, armpits, genitals.  Its normal.  Get over it.  Women’s breasts and genitals come in all shapes and sizes.  The average woman in the UK is a size 16.  The size 0 celebrities are not the norm.  Whatever size your future partner is, treat them with love and respect.   If you are lucky enough for a woman to allow you to see or touch her body, be respectful and grateful!

6. Sex is about trust and respect

Media and peer pressure may make it seem that sex means nothing and that everyone is doing it with everyone.  But sex is a beautiful sharing of love, and sex without trust and respect is crap.  Its not about notches on bedposts, its about having an amazing time with someone really special.  No one wants to think they are another in a long line of partners.  Ill also remind you now that sex under 16 is against the law.  Remember that.

Im hoping it will be a long while before you have sex.  But when you do…

Use a condom.  Every time.  Yes, every time.  Even if she is on the pill.  Or its the second sunday on the month.  Or the world is ending.  Every time.  Without fail.

No means No.  There is no grey area.  You don’t need to try and figure it out.  If the girl is drunk or high, that too is a no.

7. If you mess up, tell me.

I love you dearly, but sometimes you are a bloody idiot and make mistakes.  I know you will make mistakes because I did, and so did your dad and everyone else in the world.  If you mess up, tell me.  No matter how awful it seems I promise I will help you and make things better.  I may shout at you first, but it won’t be half as bad as if I find out later.

If you mess up and need me,  I will be there, if that is 3am on a sunday morning, or when I am busy at work, poorly or in the midst of my own problems, tell me and I will be there.

And if you can’t tell me or your dad, tell an adult you trust.

8. Be a feminist.

A feminist is someone who believes that people are truly equal whatever their gender.  You believe this.  Be a feminist and proud. End of.

While we are at it, don’t ever be homophobic, sexist or racist.  I know you aren’t so never fall into the trap of thinking that a bit of casual, comedic bigotry is ok.  Because it isn’t.

9. Have a shower.

Clean body, hair, teeth, fingernails, clothes… Clean everything.  Its about respect for your own body.  Taking care of your appearance makes you feel good, it gives a good impression to others and is a really important basic life skill.  Want a partner? Chicks (or guys!) don’t dig B.O…

10. Choose your own path.

Don’t follow the crowd, think about what you want in life, what makes you happy and go for it.  With hard work, perseverance and a good attitude you can honestly achieve ANYTHING you want in life.  Those ‘cool’ kids in school who think its clever to cause trouble, mess about and not get on with work won’t be so cool in 10 years time when you see them working in McDonalds.  Be unique, be an individual and be yourself, everyone else is taken.

Stand up for what you believe in and speak out if you witness something that you know is wrong.  Be a strong person who can be a lone voice, its not always easy to be the person who shouts no in a baying crowd of yeses. If you believe in it with your heart and soul, then speak out.

And here ends my sermon, just a few words of wisdom from your old mother to a lad who believes he already  knows it all.  The years ahead of us may be tough, we may stumble and fall, we may fall out, we may fight, we may become so frustrated with one another that we can’t believe we are related!  But thats just what coming through teenage years is, remember that no matter what, I love you and you, my son, are bloody awesome!

 

Love Mum x

2013 – what a year!

This year has been filled with highs and lows. I got sick, lived in an amazing house, held our Cleastonbury festival, laughed a lot, cried quite a bit, had my colon removed, got an ileostomy bag, had some big disappointments but also some fantastic highs, I have visited Vietnam and I’m ending the year in Sydney with my big sis!

I’ve faced my biggest challenges this year, two weeks in hospital, IV steroids, moon face, mood swings, pain, fear and the ‘decision’ – I had a subtotal colectomy with an end ileostomy and spent the last four months living with an ileostomy bag.

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It has been one of the hardest years of my life, there were times when I felt so low, that life was unfair and that I didnt want to have to deal with all this.  But through the support of my friends and family I got through it.  I founded this blog as a cathartic way to express my feelings while I was on this rollercoaster ride and was amazed that so many of you read it.  Over 30,000 views since I started!!!!

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As tough as this year has been, I have come through stronger and with a sense of what I want from life.  Im more adventurous and open to change, I want to make the most of every second, Im braver than I thought and stronger than I seem.

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I am covered in battle scars that remind me of what I have been through, Im not ashamed of them nor do I feel the need to hide them or cover them up.  I wear my ileostomy bag with pride as it is a symbol of wellness for me.  Before my operation my life was ruled by the toilet, my quality of life was suffering and I just couldnt see a happy future.  Now my bag lets me lead a better life.

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Im travelling at the moment, I am been to Vietnam and Im in Australia now.  This is something I couldnt dream of doing before as the fear of having a flare up would have ruined it all.  In the last 3 weeks I have been swimming, snorkelling, rode a bicycle around a Vietnamese island, travelled over 12,000 miles, hiked through Aussie bush and LIVED.

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2013 has made me realise that who you are is not what your life throws at you, but how you choose to deal with it.

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So that was 2013, lets see what 2014 brings!

Happy New Year to you all!

Love Sam xx

Bad times

I’m so devastated to post this. Our darling little chihuahua, Elvis was hit by a car on Saturday tea time and was killed instantly.

I’m distraught, our poor boy is gone.

On Saturday I was recovering at home, Timm was working away for the weekend and taken the older two kids with him. Our youngest was with me and my friend Caroline came to look after us for the weekend with her youngest son. Our neighbour Tracy came to the door and spoke to Caroline who then came in and told me.

Where we live is very rural and our dogs have always just run in and out of the house as they please. The boys were playing in the garden and I let the dogs out for a wander. They would usually play in the garden or watch the kids.

Minutes later, Elvis ran up the lane. Another thing he used to do. He loved seeing our neighbour who lives at the top of the lane and would walk up to shout at the horses or play chasing the pigeons.

It’s difficult to explain as this may sound that they were running wild. Which to a point they were I suppose! But they always came straight back and I loved that they could explore!

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So it seems our boy ran straight into the road into the path of a van. The lady driving the van was taking two disabled people to the supermarket. Both she and her passengers were distraught. It was an accident, she wasn’t at fault and I’m just glad that none of them came to any harm. She went to the nearest house for help and luckily that was our wonderful neighbour Tracy.

Tracy has been the most kind and considerate neighbour ever since we moved here. She is just a joy to have round. When she walks her dogs past our house twice a day she always gives the dogs a treat and if the doors aren’t open so the dogs are in and out, she posts the treats through the letterbox!! I’m so sad she had to deal with this but so grateful it was her.

I went to see him, he is in Tracy’s garage on a blanket. He hasn’t a scratch on him. He looks like he is just sleeping. I’m devastated. Tracy told me she loved him like he was one of hers which made my heart swell. My poor pup is no longer here.

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When I came home from hospital on Tuesday, Elvis ran straight to me in bed, he scrunched up his nose like he was smiling which is what he’d do when he wanted to get up and then leapt in bed, snuggling into my neck. He’s spent the week right by my side, it’s like he knew I was ill and needed him near me.

He was naughty when he first came to us, he still was sometimes! But he had the BEST character, a proper cheeky little boy who made us laugh all the time. He had the softest ears and was turning into a portly young man (Timm called him the barrel)

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He was just an awesome dog. I’m so so sad. If you’ve never had a pet it’s hard to explain that he was a part of my family. We’ve had him for two years and he was a Cleasby!!! He will be greatly missed and never forgotten.

We told the kids and they’re devastated. We’ve talked about what an awesome dog he was and how much we loved him.

Thom wrote a poem…

I loved Elvis when he sat down next to me

I loved Elvis when we used to play

I loved Elvis when we walked down the woods

We all loved Elvis as much as we could.

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Sleep tight gorgeous pup xxxx

Home!

Two weeks ago I went into hospital.

One week ago I had my colon removed and an ileostomy put in place.

One week ago almost to the hour I was in the High Dependency Unit.

Tonight I’m in my own bed with my doggy.

The body is an awesome thing!

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Love Sam xxx

My hero

My hero isn’t someone wearing a cape and fighting crime.

It isn’t the person with the biggest muscles taking down the ‘bad guys’

It isn’t someone who is fighting fires or saving lives.

My hero sits and watches me sleep even though he knows he doesn’t have long to visit me in hospital as he has to rush back for the school run.

My hero tells me I’m beautiful when I’m in a hospital bed and haven’t brushed my hair for days.

My heroes eyes shine with tears because sometimes it’s all a little much for him.

My hero sees my stoma and in it sees a future healthier me and it makes him happy.

My hero cares not about the blood, shit and tears when he kisses me and tells me he loves me.

My hero takes home my bags of washing as he knows I couldn’t deal with anyone else seeing the state I have been in.

My hero is running our business, caring for our children, running the house, pets and everything…

My hero doesn’t treat me like I’m sick. He takes the piss out of me, he makes me laugh and he says inappropriate comments to make me giggle.

My hero supports me in this blog. He knows how important it is for me to talk about this and helps me do it.

When I say I’m worried ill be embarrassed in public with some of the noises my stoma makes, my husband tells me he will lift his leg and take the blame!

My hero makes sure that when I’m too hurt and not strong enough to stand up for myself, that my voice is heard and my corner is stood.

My hero will spend the next few weeks nursing me back to strength. He does it with love, kindness and a sense of humour.

My hero is Timm

Xxx

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