There is ONLY ONE PERSON in this world that I truly love and that person is MY MUM!

There is ONLY ONE PERSON in this world that has stuck by me through thick and thin and that person is MY MUM!

There is ONLY ONE PERSON in this world that I would die for………and again that person is my MUM!

The rest of the world know her as Margaret Lloyd but to me she is my INCREDIBLE MUM. I do not tell her enough though how much I love her and how thankful I am for the things she has done for me over the years. I am now putting this right by doing this loving blog about her.  On this Mothering Sunday Mum, THANK YOU FOR BEING MY MUM!

After having a trouble free birth with my big sister, my Mum contrastingly had a right do having me.   Firstly, there was the incident of her fainting on top of my sister in the school playground whilst heavily pregnant with me(oops, my poor sister ha ha ha ha).  Mum then started having high blood pressure and so was in hospital a total of SIX WEEKS having me.  Mum was bored off her head and my late Dad was loving this…..NOT, because it meant having the Mother-in-law live with him all throughout this time ha(to help him look after my sister).  You see, even before I’d been born I was making trouble for them ha ha ha.

Mum ended up having to have Cesarean Section with me what with her high blood pressure and the fact I was a breech birth. This was thirty odd years ago remember when having a C-Section was a major surgery.  I was born three weeks premature because of all this and so was rushed off and put in an incubator straight away, as my poor Mum lay there recovering from the op.  In the hospital they had the baby unit a million miles from where my Mum’s ward was. She could barely walk due to the pains from the stitches, yet had to walk there and back all the time to go and feed me…it was madness!

I loved my late old man dearly but I have always been an unashamed Mummy’s Boy. Dad of course did his bit but due to him working a lot,  it was always more Mum who brought my big sister and me up.  She was the one who knew more about how I was doing at school say.  Mum taught me fantastic manners and morals from a very early age and I want to say thank you for this Mum. It was primarily down to her parenting skills that made me win ‘The Courtesy Badge’ about twenty times in the juniors ha ha.

Some kids do not tell their parents anything, whereas I thankfully have always had a very open relationship with my Mother  If I ever had any worries or things bothering me then Mum wanted to know about them so she could help, she is that kind of a selfless wonderful person.  This still apples today and she will never know how truly grateful I am for her always being there for me, she is without doubt my rock!

I never thought I was clever enough to go to University but to my somewhat shock, I indeed was.  The idea of Graduating seemed like this magical dream to me that was right there for the taking…..then life became very cruel all of a sudden. Living away at University was always going to be a bit of a challenge, what with being a type one diabetic since seventeen and suffering with OCD since fifteen.  With the enormous support from my parents and especially my Mum, I just about managed to get by in that first year. Then disaster struck early into my second year. First, my Dad died suddenly and then I ended up contracting an awful illness called Chronic Bacterial Prostatitis!

I dropped out of University the year my Dad died and then must have dropped out a further three years due to this nasty prostate condition.  I would get rid of the prostate infection and then as soon as I started Uni again it would bloody come back.  Having to drop out of my course all of the time due to ill health really devastated me.  I just wanted to fulfill my dream of getting a degree but things beyond my control were preventing me.  During this time I had to have it checked out twice that I did not have prostate cancer.  I did not thank God but it was such an ordeal to go through.  I can still remember now coming home and emotionally embracing my Mum in doorway as I told her(crying) that they’d said I did not have cancer.  Throughout all this time the one person who supported me twenty-four seven was yes you’ve guessed it, my dear Mum.

I was determined my ill health was not going to stop me from graduating.  I was not going to let all the blood, sweat and tears all be for nothing.  I’m glad to report that eventually I finally did achieve my dream of getting my degree.  I could not have done it without the help of my dear Mum though.  She was soooooo supportive both emotionally and financially, that I will never be able to thank her enough for helping me achieve my dream.  She was always there on the end of the phone whenever I needed her.  Having OCD and living away from home was tough but having Mum available talk to me on the phone whenever I wanted to, always meant I coped with any contamination disasters that arose.  She got in debt helping me financially get through Uni.  I would not have got my degree without her and I thank her from the bottom of my heart.

Since leaving Uni the last few years have been extremely tough for me.  I was diagnosed with a slipped vertebrate with nerve compression in my lower back.  I also have a chronic pelvic pain condition which is an after effect of all the prostate infections I used to get. This is accompanied with a terrible sore shoulder and ribs.  My mental health has got much worse too.  Not being able to pursue my career goals at present really gets to me. I was hit for six last summer when I got diagnosed with having a condition called lymphoedema in my lower legs.  Over the Christmas just gone I was in a very dark place.  I just could not cope having another health issue to contend with, this lymphoedema business was the final straw.  I am not going to lie, I did at times not want to live anymore. I was fed up of getting kicked in the teeth all the time.  ONE PERSON HELPED ME GET THROUGH THIS TOUGH PERIOD AND GUESS WHO THAT ONE PERSON WAS……..YEP YOU GUESSED IT, AGAIN IT WAS MY DEAR MUM!

When I was feeling really depressed during this time my Mum was always there to talk too, always there to help me see things were not as bad as they seemed.  Thank you for always being there for me Mum.   I recently had a boost the other week when I got told the lymphoedema was a misdiagnosis and that I did not have this lifelong condition after all.  There are still big battles ahead for me on the health front but at least now there seems to be light at the end of the tunnel.  Soon I will start physio for all my aches and pains and so am starting to feel more positive about things.  I’m a worrier by nature and I take it for granted just what amazing support I get from my Mum.

There we have it then, that was my tribute to my Mum on Mother’s Day.  I could have written tonnes more because there are not enough words in the entire English Language that can describe just what an amazing person my Mum is.  I do not deserve my Mum at times and she deserves better.  I will make you proud of me again though Mum, I promise…….just like when you make me feel proud WHENEVER I TELL PEOPLE WHO MY MUM IS!

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY MUM, I LOVE YOU!