melody magic

Ello there again !

Succes ! sister three has managed to add a link so i thought that
while im at it i might as well share some more magic moments with you all!
Here is a little musical ode to our musical talents..
Sisters, im with you all the way !
maestromusic
Love S3

an eye for annai

I just looked at my first added link to see if it had worked
and now here i am again take two ;

If it doesnt work then i will wait till tomorrow morning
and phone sister two for special link adding advise

oh dear im such a computer amateur

otherwise just type " an eye for annai " in you tube
and you will see the nice cartoon

lots of love
s3
aneyeforannai

somewhere in south amerika

Now once upon a time there was a little man working away as every other day
at the bottom of a mountain digging for stones to sell for some money
it was extremely tiring work and the sun was shining especially mucho making him sweat
he was fed up of being such a small man and having this endless mountain infront of him
you could say he was completely demotivated
and he said to himself " I wish i was stronger than i am , infact i would like to be the strongest in the whole wide universe! " upon which he squinted his eyes towards the giant sun deciding and feeling claro que si it was definately this giant fire ball that lived up to those descriptions; and then all of a sudden a great sound filled his ears and he was wooshed up to the sky and metamorphosically transformed .....into the sun !
" Wow " he whelped of singing joy , " this is not bad ! I am supersonically officially the super strongest in the whole wide universe and i like it and i will shine all day long , yeah letthesunshinein letthesunshinein lalala ! " upon which a large grey cloud came drifting along and settled just infront of the sun's nose.
" Oy get away ! Im the strongest here ! "
But the cloud did not move an inch and this made the sun very angry and he huffed and puffed and shined trying to blow him away and before he knew it he was delicately and lightly moving himself ... he had infact become the cloud !
" ooooh Tis wonderful to finally be the strongest in thee world , I do enjoy it and i will cloud around where ever i please "
but within no time his world got turned upside down and he was wooshed and buffeted around in a big whirl of wind !
" wooshy galory ! what is this !? let me go ! I am the strongest here ! " he shouted as he was made to do a triple salto against his will.
The cloud was having none of this and soon enough he was doing a few backward flickflacks on his own command! Yes he had magically become the wind and there he was flying through the sky
as happy as one can be dancing infamous Travolta smooth moves
until he was rudely stopped by ....
a mountain !
" Oy ! get out of my way ! Im dancing ! "
But the mountain just stubbornely stood there and the travolta wind decided to transform into this mountain
and there he stood
as happy as a pig in a field being all mountainous and mighty until...
he felt little rocks falling away from his rocky gown down below.
He looked and there was this tiny little man digging away at his mountain dress
under the hot sun and in a magic moment he was transformed into the happiest and strongest little man in the whole wide world , content with working at his job.
And guess what ? Just at that moment he digged away some rocks that revealed a little door which opened before his eyes and there was the most beautiful living little woman who had been locked away in an other fairy tale. Not only that but the room was a 225 square metre fantastically furnished loft with a jacuzzi and sauna, filled with shiny coloured precious stones.They fell deeply inlove and lived happily ever after with lots of friends they already had.The end.

Hope you like the story and now i send you ,along with lots of love and strength , a little cartoon i really like which always puts me in a good mood.
Thinking of you all !

Big ballerinabear hugz from sista thwee ***

show us your teeth

In the days before sister three came along, when we were little, sister one, I mean I was little and you were always bigger, when we lived in South Africa, and I followed you around, and did what you did, and felt really big, there were new neighbours one day, with a daughter your age by the name of Sarah. I remember her name because it is the same as our cousin’s. She had light blonde hair. You seemed to like each other and went off and played together. I was having none of this. At the first opportunity I found I went up to this girl Sarah and bit her in her arm, hard. The mother later lined us up in their garden and showed me poor Sarah’s arm with the teeth marks still visible. As the teeth marks matched the size of my teeth, there was no denying it. The mother sternly told me off. I sulkily said I am sorry but really didn’t mean a word of it. How dare she try and come between me and my big sister? Anyway, it seemed to do the trick, because I don’t remember seeing her again.
S2
if you are out there, sarah, I am really sorry, retroactively.

Moving house and waiting are my least favourite things

And I am very much waiting at the moment. All plans have been put on hold waiting for THE TREATMENT to start. Not knowing when, is tiring.

Otherwise, everything is frighteningly normal. I do food shopping, I take the kids to the doctor for a check up. I expect people to stare at me, but they don't. Car drivers even shout at me when I jay walk with my phone to my ear. I resist the urge to shout; "Hey, I have breast cancer, you know."

I have looked up all the celebrities who have had bc on internet.

Just out of interest, I had a peek at a site that sells wigs. There go my fantasies. The wigs they have would make anyone look like Lady Di. Before she met Gianni Versace. As you may recall, that look didn't suit me in 1985, and it wouldn't suit me now. I should ask Britney where she got hers.

My husband bought me an iphone. I am not much of a gadget girl, but this is very, very cool. I can now read your postings in the Starbucks. I will be sending my new number shortly.

Thank you sisters, and everyone else for that matter, for all the support. It does good. But don't worry too much. A lot of life left in me yet.

Love S1

Keep On Walking

Yap, dear sisters, this is a blooper, something we really don't want. I haven't slept for three days, and keep thinking about you, sister uno, and what this does to your perspectives, and our perspectives. I have been looking at survival statistics and as far as I can tell you are living in one of the best states in America for treatment and you're statistically better off than if you were in Europe. Ie, despite the crashing news, you have every chance of surviving. Thank goodness for that! You have seen no lightning, yet the news certainly came in as thunder here. My world is upside down, and I realise the part you play in it. Your situation here lends me the grace of clarity in terms of priorities and insight. The picture I see of me in this light is not very pretty, quite frankly. But this is not about me. No time for mushy peas, I am deciding for you that this is a life sentence, a license to live (even) more intensely. I have every intention of keeping you on this side of healthy and this side of life. Sorree! Hopla. For the rest words rather fail me, but we shall keep moving and maybe even get stronger.

For your inspiration, dear sisters, and friends, a film I saw in London at Tate Modern: NoMad

It's by Eva Koch and it is a video of a walkway in the sea by Mumbai where I plan to go....people walk along it to go and pray. You don't see the beginning, you don't see the end, just the people, the walkway and the lapping waves. Enjoy it.

Sending you love and health in quadruple quantities.
sister two

NO LIGHTNING

Dear sisters,

So, lightning does not strike and divide up the earth when you get the diagnosis of breast cancer. Rather it is preceded and followed by waiting rooms in various pastel hues, Oprah's magazine telling you you can do ANYTHING you want, and many forms explaining your right to privacy as a patient. Your childrens still demand their chocolate milk and refuse to eat their vegetables. Your car could still do with a visit to the car wash.

It might be a good time to do it. It is practical and simple.

The sun does seem to shine a little brighter and the music definitely sounds a little sweeter, while I adjust to the idea of it all. I am that young mother with two young children. It really is me they are talking about. Reading is very enjoyable at the moment. The many calls of support do me good. I love A. and the kids more than ever.

I really have no intention of not getting well, so it is a question of getting through the treatments. Right? I am worrying about gaining weight and getting flaky skin, a common side effect, and I am having wild fantasies about the long blonde curly wig I will choose when I lose my hair. (One MUST always make the most of a situation). They advise you to get a colour slightly lighter than your natural (?) hair colour as the chemo does tend to make you rather pasty faced. I am familiar with that concept.

Anyway, it is the calm before the storm. The date for removal of the "lump" has not been set. It will be within the next week or two. We are going to get a 2nd opinion at a breast care center, just to hear a different point of view and maybe to move to a specialised center. In the meantime, I am ironing name tags onto Jip's new school uniform. He starts kindergarten tomorrow. We are sending him to the local Catholic school which is just two blocks down the road and has a large proportion of red heads enrolled. I tried explaining who God is, but I don't think I did a very good job. It didn't appeal to Jip much. Now I just have to get him to stop calling it the "God school" before tomorrow.


Love S1.