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I've had a lot going on...

I haven't written in a week or so.  I've had a lot going on - some rather emotional stuff that's had me distracted and I've been keeping to myself.  To add to what was already on my mind, I got a call this morning from my mother letting me know that my step-Dad's brother past away last night.  My step-dad is a parent to me in every sense of the word and it is difficult being so far away while he is in so much pain.  He broke down on the phone with me as soon as he heard my voice.  In my life, I've only heard him cry once or twice before and it was terrible.  His brother was young - only in his late 40s or early 50s.  He was sick for a long time with leukaemia, but after a bone marrow transplant he was doing well and we thought he'd pull through.  He took a turn for the worst in the last week and died last night.  I was really shocked to hear it.  I guess I don't like to think the worst and just thought he'd be okay.  It's hard not being able to be there for the funeral.
That being said - Physically, (pregnancy related) I'm feeling okay.  My back has been bad but I'm dealing.  My feet have been swollen since the flight and from the ankle down - I look like a 300lb woman!  Like I said, I'm dealing and it's totally worth it!
I have been getting some comments and correspondence from readers and I just want to let you all know that I'm not ignoring you.  I have every intention of getting back to you all.  I guess I'm just waiting to have a clear head.  Thank you all for the well wishes and for touching base.  I promise I'll be in touch soon!

Comments

Julie said…
Really sorry to hear the sad news, condolences to you and your family. x
joy said…
Hi Erren. First, let me say how sorry I am to hear about your step uncle's passing. I shall say a prayer for your family.
I also read your About page and we have one thing in common - I also moved to England to start a life with my husband here in Norwich.
I am new to the Expat-Blog community and I hope that you'd visit my blog soon! I am currently living in Norfolk, having moved from Manila 4 years ago. I hope you have a better week ahead!
joy
A Pinay In England

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