Monday, March 16, 2015

The Miracle We Were Hoping For !

I generally don't blog to much about family since I'm a pretty private person but in this case, I will gladly make an exception to the rule.  To say that my mom has been the rock of my existence would be an gross understatement.  While we share a family joke that I was the perfect child (hey Amber, had to say it, sis!), this hasn't always been true.  I'm far from perfect and I'd love to take an eraser into the past to rub out some pretty big screw ups.  No matter what though, Mom was always there to support me in so many ways.  Truly, the woman is the most selfless person I know...one of those people who would give you the shirt off her back and then go out and buy you another shirt if you were still in need.

There was a point in time where she was a single mom with three kids working two part-time jobs.  Statistically, kids in these types of situations have the proverbial deck stacked against them.  Yet my sisters and I were all able to pursue our own hobbies and interests that led to many opportunities in life. Mom valued education too.  And at the risk of tooting my own horn I will say proudly that those 3 kids she raised all went on to university and hold FIVE university degrees between them.

Mom was always pretty active, too.  With three kids that's pretty much a given.  So it came as a shock to us all to learn late last year that something just wasn't quite right.  To make a long story short, she started noticing that she was losing her sense of taste which led to a doctors appointment which lead to a round of tests which in turn lead to something no one really wants to hear......cancer.  And not only that but it was in a location in her throat that made it inoperable.

And the news only went from bad to worse after learning that her chemo treatments may not have been as successful as we had hoped.  I spent most of last week trying to come to grips with the idea that Mom might not be around much longer.  It was a dark, confusing and scary to be be perfectly honest.  The idea that my Mom would never really get to know her youngest grandchild tore my heart right out of me.  I woke up this morning dreading how the day would unfold as Mom was to learn the results of the latest tests.  Fifteen biopsy samples and no cancer detected was the news, my sister informed me.  My brain is still trying to process this information as I write this as I only found out myself after getting home from work this evening.   It's honestly taken me the better part of an hour here just to complete these four paragraphs.

I'm not the most religious of people but I do believe everything happens for a reason.  If anything has driven home the idea of never taking life for granted and living every single say to the fullest,,,every...single...day...then the events of the past 3 months surely have.  I remember Mom once telling me how often times in life you don't always get dealt a good hand but you play it the best that you can.  It's a huge relief to see that things have played out so well and that Mom will still be around.  I might be 40 now but I'm not ashamed to say I love my Mom and she really is my hero and my inspiration.


Sunday, March 8, 2015

Alberta PC's Show Their True Colours

As I expected, the PC riding association in Fort McMurray-Wood Buffalo selected Mike Allen as the PC candidate for an anticipated spring election. To say that I am unimpressed that our region may very well be represented by a sex pervert would be an understatement.  I'm sure this post will draw fire from some quarters.  Frankly, I just don't care.  It's unconscionable to have someone convicted of a sex crime in public office.  Period.

A few days ago, the Premier drew the ire of some by suggesting Albertans need only look in the mirror to see who is responsible for the financial mess we are in.  I suggest we don't have to look any further than the riding association here to see who is responsible for the morally bankrupt state we are when it comes quite a few politicians in this province.  That is all.

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Blame Me?

Apparently,  the province's current financial mess can be attributed to Albertans.   This, according to Premier Jim Prentice, who, in his wisdom, must have a scapegoat for everything.  Forty-plus years of Conservative rule and it turns out, we are all to blame in the end.  Of course for Jimbo to be correct he would have to ignore the fact that his party has formed the government here for longer than I've been alive plus the fact that I've never voted for his party.  But yes, Jim.  Other than those two inconvenient truths, it may just very well be my fault.

So yes, I admit it.  Even though I'm in good health and have little reason to use our tiny hospital over the course of the 5+ years I've lived in the region.  It's my fault.  In the future, I commit to going in to work regardless of how sick I am.

I do apologize for attending that rally a couple years ago to push for Highway 63 to be twinned.  WHAT was I thinking?  I should be happy with white knuckle-drives, I suppose.  It's like a speeding roller coaster that you don't have to queue for after dropping a few coins in a box.

I apologize for being so enthusiastic about the new overpasses that have been built during my time here.    I miss the epic traffic jams and being late for work.   It should always take upwards of two hours to get to work.

I apologize for our new bridges.  Infrastructure?  Who needs it?  I was saddened that the old Grant MacEwan bridge was modified and it's distinctive blue steel girders torn down....but I apologize for that.  It was only a part of our history.  And history is bunk, as Henry Ford once remarked.

I apologize for being upset that our one MLA was convicted for soliciting sex with undercover cops in Minnesota.  Hey, we're all guys after all, right?  We all have our urges.

I also apologize for making too much money.  In future I will commit to not working as much and pass over more of what I make to you, given that seeing to the financial well-being of an PC MLA's son outweighs that of my own son.

I apologize for being such a greedy, selfish and wicked person and for getting you guys in to this big mess.  Blame me.  If you wish to speak to me about my unqualified apology, you can find me shoveling snow over at my MLA's office as an act of contrition.