Learning to fly

March. The month, not the action.

This week my girls went back to school, and for the first time in years they are both at the same school. However it will only be for a year; this is the last year of school for my oldest. Her last year, and turning 18 in a few months, has made me slow down and focus on her. She is flapping and fluffing her wings with the thought of university, and the possibility of studying away. I would love to keep her close, but I know I have to teach her how to fly.

My youngest is adjusting to her new teacher and classmates, while taking over my studio creating in the evenings and weekends. With the confidence I gained last year in the craft fairs, and with a lot of help and encouragement from my youngest, I finally converted one of the rooms in the old cheese building into a sales room.

The room is the closest to our house and for years we have used it to store our excess “stuff”. The room really needed a clean, and this was partly my reason for converting it into a store. I took “before” pictures, but it is very embarrassing how bad it had gotten! I am a hoarder!

before corner


after corner


before window


after window


For now it is not open as a store but it is available to show my, (and my youngest’s) work. And we are full of dreams of opening on the weekends!

little store

I have also been busy dyeing wool in my solar oven and making neck warmers with chunky hand spun and recycled silk. I am lucky that my Dad likes silk shirts and that they don’t last him forever!



With March here it is also time for a visit to Santiago and my eye doctor. I will have another scan and check up, to see if my nevus has grown.  The first year with my nevus/melanoma was difficult and scary. However, when I learned it was stable, for some reason I felt better prepared; stronger and braver for the day when I do have to fight it (if I do). I learned how to talk about Cancer. I think that was the hardest part, being able to talk to people and not have them react with dread, fear, pity, when all I wanted was to talk.

But why did this happen to me? I believe things happen for a reason, and when my mother-in-law was diagnosed with bowel cancer late last year, I was the “cold one” she could talk to. I was the one who could say Cancer, and let her say Cancer without everything crumbling around her. I love her dearly, and I know she is scared, but I hope I am helping with my “practical” ways.

Her doctor is very positive, the tumour was found and identified early, (no thanks to the first doctor she saw, who sent her home with a cream saying it was just an old person’s complaint, luckily she didn’t agree and went for a second opinion). She wanted to tell her family in her own time, and that is why I didn’t post earlier.

Two weeks ago she travelled to Valparaiso to start her radiation and chemotherapy. She will be there for about six weeks. My husband and oldest are going to visit her this weekend, with her daughters visiting the weekends after. My husband phones her every afternoon, and she says she is doing okay, and I know (like so many women I know here) she is strong. But even with her strength, and wanting to protect her children, I hope she will let them take care of her for a while.

7 thoughts on “Learning to fly

  1. Te mando un abrazo grande y mucha fuerza y energía.
    P.S Quiero un neck warmer please! I love them! Can you send me one and I’ll transfer the money? I like the first one, with the light silk print. Congrats on the future store, está muy lindo!

  2. IsobelandCat says:

    I too am a hoarder, and very impressed by your clearing out. What a wonderful new venture. Being able to talk about an illness without having to deal with others’ emotional responses is so important. I am glad you have been able to do that for your mother-in-law and that you are able to talk about Cancer and how it concerns you too. All the best. I shall hope for good news from the specialist, and be here if it is bad.

    • Thanks so much for you kind words. I believe it really helps to be able to talk. When my mother-in-law was first found out I asked the doctor if there was a local support group, he said he didn’t know. I was very suprised by his atitude. Luckily he was only the doctor she saw entering the oncology unit and she was later refered to another, more sympathetic doctor.

      Because the treatment she is having now is daily, and not available in all cities, she is staying with other patients in a house near the hospital. My husband visited this weekend and said she is doing well. The patients she shares the house with have a range of cancers, and each person deals differently, but there is a lot of support there.

      And I am still hoarding! Its just I moved and oraganised the stuff so it won’t turn into a diaster again! I did manage to throw some stuff away 🙂 it’s a start!

      • IsobelandCat says:

        I have been thinking about this. You know I found tremendous support on the blogosphere when my mother’s dementia advanced and when she was dying. Maybe it is because we don’t have that face to face contact that we can say things more easily. As for the doctor, I feel too many medics have somehow missed out on a vital bit of training to do with empathy and understanding. I am glad your mother-in-law is doing well and is supported.

      • I agree. My mother-in-law is very protective of her children, and doesn’t want them to worry about her, so I think it must be nice for her to be able to share her problems with people who aren’t family, and who know what she is going through. I just hope she will find the same support when she comes back to her home town after her treatment. Shame she doesn’t use the internet. It’s funny how close we can feel to people we haven’t met. 🙂

      • IsobelandCat says:

        The cousin of a friend has been treated for breast cancer. She joined a choir and has found it wonderful. She says research shows after people have been singing together their heartrate is in sync with each other. Amazing.

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