Greetings from Byron Bay

When my shrink suggested I take regular time out to myself I thought "good luck" and "that will be nice". But months later I went ahead and made it a reality by committing and booking some flights. I didn't give it much thought, just took the action. Days leading up to my weekend away I was getting cold feet and contemplating cancelling. I guess I was fearful of getting out of my comfort zone and to some extend felt guilty leaving my family behind. Now that I'm here, I wish I could go back to those few moments and bitch slap myself! 

Anzac Day got me thinking: we celebrate the sacrifice that people made, essentially we are celebrating their death. So why not celebrate life as well?

To take two days/nights out of normal life, in the scheme of things, is not a big deal, but it can make a massive world of difference. So much so that I've decided to make this an annual weekend away, to coincide with my anniversary of the cardiac arrest and to celebrate living. 

Rest, relaxation, rejuvenation, reflection and taking stock. Whatever form it takes, be it an hour or two taking a long walk, having a coffee, seeing a movie, sleeping in or having some time away; we all need it.

"Get busy living, or get busy dying".

Today marks the one year anniversary of my cardiac arrest. When I woke up this morning, it wasn't the first thing I thought of. As my husband was leaving for work I was about to remind him, but I caught my tongue between my teeth and said nothing.

I have no need to relive the event or period surrounding it. What I have are no feelings. It's not even a memory. It's a tiny speckle in the far distance, of an event my husband has described to me. What I have is gratitude for the memory loss I have surrounding the event and for the psychiatric assistance I've had to get over the resounding post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) associated with it. It seems the shrink sessions worked...

Love this Angel's expression: "I have a hammer
and a book, I got shit to do, I'm busy, leave me alone!"

I love the quote from Shawshank Redemption: "Get busy living, or get busy dying". For me, it's become as simple a choice as that. My focus has been on health (healthy eating; exercise; minimising stress; resting, when possible with a two year old) and getting on with life. I'm busy living.

I went to a parenting course some weeks back where they discussed "labeling" our kids. The concept took me straight back to childhood: I was always the sick one, the weak one, I had to be constantly careful and looked after, dressed like an onion so I wouldn't catch a cold, excluded from physical activities and ostracised. I had worked really hard before the cardiac arrest to remove the "sick" label from my identity, and after the cardiac arrest, it was hard not yielding to it again. I realised in that moment I was no longer that sick person with a heart problem, or the cardiac arrest victim, I hadn't been for some time now.

50 Cent puts it well in his song Many Men (Wish Death):

Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain.
Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain.
Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard.
It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred.

I like these lyrics because they remind me that life is about taking the bad with the good and getting on with it. I'd rather be physically, mentally and emotionally scarred, than not be at all. And believe me, I have plenty of scars!

So to that I say: happy anniversary; and happy living to everyone!