This morning I read this…
I immediately thought ‘Oh God that’s me!’ Always harping on about positivity! Ugh! Well, this has certainly been the week that has tested my positivity the absolute MOST! It’s been a three T rottter of a week! I’m just about back on track but My Skidderz has given me an extra boost with the following ‘guest post’ she gets V emotional and totally over exaggerates but I believe it’s from the heart- she’s makes a very good point- the beast breast has definitely changed our friendship group for good… Over to Skidderz…
“I’ve heard it said, that people come into our lives for a reason, bringing something we must learn, and we are led to those who help us most to grow if we let them and we help them in return.’
Those who know me, know I’m certainly not the kind of person to ever be lost for words; quite the opposite actually! So then, I have to ask myself, why have I found writing this for My Rogers so difficult? Being asked by one of your very best friends to write a post for the blog they have used to document their ‘breast cancer journey’ is somewhat overwhelming and something being a perfectionist I don’t want to get wrong. So, after putting it off for weeks and being ready with my copious amounts of notes, I have decided to speak utterly from my heart and sod the sarky comments I will have to inevitably endure for being too emotional-something Honest Rogers has told me I am once or twice!
One text can change your life. It did mine. I will always remember the precise moment I read that
I first heard of Teacher Rogers from my mum, who taught at the same school when she started as a Newly Qualified Teacher many years ago. “There’s such a lovely girl who’s started at Olney, Em,” I got told whilst I was at university. “You’d get on great, you are so similar – smiley, silly and talk a lot!” Little did I know then that Teacher Rogers was going to become one of my best friends and she would consider me to be a Honourary Sister. We immediately got on well; we share the same sense of humour even though admittedly mine is far more rank (she is the creator of my nickname ‘Skidderz’). Laughing and being silly come naturally. Our singing talents are questionable but we definitely share the same gusto when singing songs from musicals! I then started teaching at Olney myself and we became good friends. I often think how lucky I was to work at that school as it has given me such important people in my life; Erin, Leanne and Rob.
Over the years she has been there for me in every way possible. She’s shopped with me (one word – tutu), she’s listened to me, she’s been brutally honest with me, she’s been a shoulder to cry on, she’s given me very honest advice, she’s laughed with me, she’s been proud of me. I’ve gone round to her then flat and now house at times of real upset and real happiness and I always find an open door, where I usually start making everyone tea and help bathing her gorgeous boys. I always feel welcome and love spending time with her and her family. So many memories she’s given me but my faves are...the lasting memory of me waking up to the sound of her breast pump whilst sharing a bed with her on a friend’s hen weekend, the image of her dressed as plumber coming into my lesson during my NQT year for no reason whatsoever other than to TRY to be funny and the ‘Aaron look’ only achieved by the pink hair gunk found at our favourite Whittlebury Hall Spa whilst wearing a robe and towel round your neck! Seeing as she is SO much older than me, I look up to her in many ways. I often say to her that one day I hope to be the same kind of mum that she is and feel honoured to be a part of Ben and, my godson, Harry’s lives. She has found ‘her Rob’ and if anyone needs a definition for true love they need look no further than those two.
I like to consider myself a dependable friend, someone that people know they can turn whenever they may need me. I’m not going to lie that
That morning little did I know what that day was going to bring. We sang Wicked on the way to hospital and convinced ourselves that Andrew Lloyd Webber would be impressed! We sat in the waiting room and commented how Erin was the most attractive patient in there by far (we were whispering, obviously!) and we were having a such a good time even though that sounds absolutely ridiculous given the severity of the situation. But laughter is a must to get you through such situations. As Betty Rollins, a breast cancer survivor and author of ‘First You Cry’ wrote: “Cancer won’t bestow a sense of humour on someone who doesn’t have it, but a sense of humour can sure get you through the experience.” We stuck to that strategy throughout the day, and have tried to throughout her treatment. It also allowed me to cover up my real feelings; I’ve learnt I can be a REALLY good actress when I need to for the sake of others. Hearing patients’ names being called out like a school register and the stern nurses refusing to allow any loved ones or visitors to go with them make my heart sink. There was no way I could let
That day changed everything for me. That and a chemo lesson. And seeing
I have been changed ‘for good’.
Love you Rogers,
Your Girl Skidderz xxx