Expecting Parents.

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With each pregnancy I have experienced (and there have been five of them in total) I have people watched with great interest in the waiting rooms at two different maternity hospitals that I had been referred to, in the past. There have always been a good handful of nervous expectant couples,

Living in such a diverse community, there have also been those who cannot speak English. They just happen to be of another nationality. Myself, I just happen to be deaf. I have however, never seen a translator being provided, for any of these foreign speaking families. They always seemed and seem to be happy enough.

A while ago I noticed a post on social media, by the BBC’s ‘See Hear’ about one of their upcoming programmes, concerning a couple.

The woman is hearing whilst her partner is legally deafblind. They are expecting their first baby but they are unhappy…. The NHS is repeatedly asking the mum-to-be to interpret, for her partner, at HER appointments.

The NHS say that since SHE is the patient, they do not need to accommodate / provide an interpreter for HER partner. Which I think is fair enough, having thought back on all my pregnancies and rifling through my hospital memories. The patients have always come first, regardless of who they happen to be. The dads,, mums, siblings, families and visitors come second, once again, regardless of who they happen to be.. For they are not the patient, it is not their well being, pregnancies or bodies being treated and/or monitored and if they need(ed) support, what is stopping them from arranging their own? Especially if they are otherwise, unsatisfied.

The NHS’s primary concern and priorities, are their actual patients.

Granted, there will be times when a loved one is being operated on and their anxious partners, who may happen to be deaf or a foreign speaking national, will not be able to fully understand, what is being said to them by the professionals. Then, the care system should assist in providing an interpreter or a translator to ensure their patient gets the full care and treatment by their loved ones, as this would mean a full recovery.

Fortunately, I have no complaints at all with each and every NHS experience I have encountered, despite being profoundly deaf myself.

I am more conscious of seriously ill premature babies being born abroad, to parents who are having to pay for incubators, medicine, tests out of their own pockets and on borrowed money. The same people who are having to live hand to mouth, daily. I do not see them complaining one iota for they, do not know how to take things for granted.

~ SJ (Sara Jae)

 

 

Why I Donated To ‘War Child’.

A notification popped up last week on Facebook, asking me if I had seen her post.

It was the very first post I saw that evening as I logged in, already I was smiling.

No one can resist a pair of handmade bootees… especially if they are in the style of a Converse pair.

I let it be known that I was rather tempted to order a pair by her own hands.

As I enquired how to pay for her time, materials etc, “Please donate to a charity.” she replied.

“What a wonderful woman” were my thoughts.

I felt it would be rude to choose a charity of my own, so asked her, what her preferences were.

Out of the three given by Suzanne, I picked ‘War Child.” For they had managed to stop me in my tracks and rendered me speechless.

I sadly, had not heard of them before then and wished, they could know the real reason why I had donated to them.

All due to this wonderful and generous woman, Suzanne Miller, who made these cherished booties for my baby daughter.

Thank YOU, ever so.

I do not think I have ever said this before to anyone but, God bless you Suzanne. ☺️

~ SJ (Sara Jae)

Please, if you can, donate to War child for they are a fantastic charity and to quote a friend, “It’s a shame the circumstances exist for it to be necessary. 😢 ”

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Grenfell Tower.

I visited the site of Grenfell Tower yesterday since my cousin was there and fortunately, managed to get out. She thought Armageddon had started and watched it turn into a towering inferno. I was totally unprepared for the aftermath, the sights, smells and feelings. The precise moment I saw the burnt out shell of a residential high rise, it was smouldering still….

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My breath was momentarily taken away purely by the size of it, my heart sank and my thoughts turned to all the other victims, those who perished, are missing and affected.

I experienced pleas of donations, pleas for missing beloved, hopes. Most of all, pure devastation. As I walked past mountains of kindness, I found a memorial wall. As I started to read through people’s condolences, a couple of tears started to roll down my cheeks. A volunteer from the Latymer Centre walked right up to me with her arms open and hugged me for what seemed like forever. She then asked me if I was okay, I could not speak but put my thumbs up to indicate that I was and to thank her, for her time and patience.

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It is ordinary people who have come together and to the rescue of others, other than the police and fire services. Where the hell is our government?! Where is their love, their kindness?

That woman who was running for Prime Minsiter against May? She was right, May doesn’t have children so she most certainly doesn’t know who to be or how to be. Or how to feel! I’m rather embarrassed, to have Theresa May as our prime minister. Not to forget the Conservatives, for their greed.

One of the richest towns in the world decided to make a tower block, where the “lower class” live, look prettier, easier on their eyes when in fact they refurbished it into a death trap. A chimney.

Angry much?!

Yet, if it was not for the muslims observing Ramadan, more lives would have been taken. A positive, thank goodness.

My thoughts once again, return to the victims of our country, other countries, they are the ones who deserve and need our time and patience.

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Before all the flowery tributes arrived…

~ SJ (Sara Jae)

Love.

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“Love opens the eyes of all. It lifts me up when I fall. She is the one who taught me this. And now I’m living in bliss.” 

~ Anon. 

Found this poem which stopped me in my tracks one beautiful sunny morn by the river. If anyone knows who the author is, please let me know.  Thank you, in anticipation.

~ SJ (Sara Jae)

Blowing In The Wind

There was a specific time in my life when I was being tested to the max, mentally and physically. In some ways, one might say I am still recovering from being kicked whilst I was down albeit at my own pace, which is one foot at a time, one day at a time.

One of the simplest things I remember from back then, that gave me some momentary respite from all the heaviness and darkness that was in my heart and soul. I just had to take a picture of that precise moment, as a personal reminder for posterity.

Here is the photo that I took…

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Photo by SJ (Sara Jae)

This reminded me, to keep on going with the flow however hard it felt to try to stay afloat because the answer one would find would be blowing in the wind.

This frozen moment in time gave me hope, a sense of purpose, and a smile once more in my heart. To try and keep remembering my favourite things but most importantly, to  remain patient and to keep the faith.

🙂

~ SJ (Sara Jae)

“Blowin’ in the wind” song by Bob Dylan.