tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26712391499628137292024-03-06T16:02:02.438+08:00Amazing Flying WizzysMay 07 our little boy was diagnosed Stage IV Neuroblastoma Untreated he’d have 2wks to live, given 30% for survival. Josh had 6 cycles of high dose chemo, surgeries, Mega-dose chemo and 6months of drug therapy. In June 08 his cancer returned. We went through palliative chemo and Josh was given his angel wings on 13th May 2009.Wisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671239149962813729.post-23377675649520308152012-05-19T22:40:00.004+08:002012-05-19T22:40:52.302+08:00Week away<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last weekend on Mother's Day once again was Josh's angelversary. The third this time and of course once again a very sad Mother's Day for all us mummies with empty arms but full hearts and eyes brimming with tears. Of course I have my precious girl but if anyone else tells me to "look on the bright side" or "not let it get me down", I reserve the right to smack their front teeth out. Anika is a separate child, not a consolation prize!!!! I do not love her less than Josh, but she will never "make up for" Joshy not being here.</div>
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I miss his little hand on my arm and his sweet voice asking me "Are you OK Mummy? I love you mucha mucha." I miss his grumpy face when I got his wrong PJ's out and most of all I miss his bony cuddles and fuzzy head in endless squeezes.</div>
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This year I celebrated Josh's life and of becoming his mumma by visiting some of the places we had been together; the Margaret River Chocolate Factory, Simmos Icecreamery and Busselton Jetty. We also visited the places I would have taken him but had to instead carry him there in my heart like the Underwater Observatory, Ngilgi Cave, Reptile Park, Eagle's Heritage Raptor Rehabilitation Centre and Yallingup Maze. In return, he gave us rainbows to brighten the way.</div>
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I am so fortunate to have been able to share this week with my wonderful family and not be at home looking at his pictures and being in his room but by DOING in Josh's spirit of adventure. Thank you to Ben, Erin, Zac, Noah, Joel, Kelly, my Neeky and Pete. Especially thank you to my Mumma for being the driving force in pulling us all together and bankrolling what we couldn't manage without you, you are an amazing lady.</div>
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Thank you to Uncle, Julie and Renae for caring for our beloved pets and to Dad for the extra help when needed. Thanks to Danny and Lea for holding Pete up and keeping him busy. Thank you to all my other special angel mum's for being on this twisted path with us. Especially than you to my Joshy, my inspiration and my conscience, Anika, my sweetness and passion and Aaron, my fun spirit.</div>
<span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I think I am a bit tired and not making much sense, but just wanted to let you all know how grateful I am for the so many ways you make life bearable and encourage me to try and rebuild my broken heart a little each day.</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.abc.net.au/local/audio/2012/05/11/3501101.htm" target="_blank">Interview on ABC radio on what Josh means to me</a><br />
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<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Each day is a gift, go out and rip the arse out of it like Joshy did!!!</span><br /><br />Wisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671239149962813729.post-64577941813401378692011-03-03T13:29:00.003+08:002011-03-03T14:19:29.770+08:00Tired<span style="color:#663333;">It has been ages since my last post but just a few quick comments about the "work in progress" that we are or this thing we call life...</span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;">We are OK. Not super-dooper, over the moon type stuff but we cope and get through each day. We love Anika but having her does not "make up for" losing Josh and never will. They are separate people and one child does not replace another; no matter what happens we will always love and miss Joshy no matter how many children come after him. We function each day and as a rule are quite well balanced and yes even happy (although we are not happy about everything in our lives just like everyone else).</span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;">We do not know if we'll have more children or when. Certainly not in the near future. End of story and that is all there is to it.</span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;">Anika is beautiful and happy but absolutely traumatised by the loss of her brother. She saw things that no child should have to see, the pain and suffering of her darling Josh is something we wish she had not had to go through but did not feel it was right to keep her from him and the healing of knowing he never stopped loving her and the fear of the unknown taking up space in her heart. Of course she remembers him and what went on, it was a massive part of her life and she too lived with the worry and uncertainty of what the future would bring. Her healing too is an ongoing process and she cannot be expected to be a perfect child and have impeccable behaviour at all times. She just cannot express as effectively how she is feeling or have the learnt behaviour management we as adults have learnt. As her family and friends we have to give her the love and understanding we give ourselves in letting the hurt and healing cycle when we lose a very vital person in our lives.</span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;">Josh remains such a vibrant and constant part of my life that he is embedded in my soul. I don't always have to talk about my grief to be hurting and healing so never be fooled that I am "over" his illness in particular and to a lesser degree his death. Josh's physical absence is a huge thing but the legacy of his illness is the most distressing component for me. That he was in pain (even if he didn't often say so) and that his new normal was tubes, injections and the invasion of his being that is the medical side of treatment is my nightmare. Somethings we cannot change and it is my cross to bear that I could not take all of the pain and distress away. ANY pain was too much and ANY emotional injury is too great for my beautiful boy to have gone through, that is how I feel. Even though Josh is physically gone, his soul remains to allow us to move forward with courage, his key legacy.</span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;">We understand our worlds through language, and I have learnt to chooser words daily to explain my position and feelings, I've found that in three words summarising how you feel can help you move forward and modify your position. My three words to summarise Josh today are: courage, love and forgiveness. The three words I assign to my life at this point are; gratitude, hope and passion. Each of these words are positives I choose to define my life by and I hope each day to move forward with gratitude for what I have and the experiences I have had and people I have in my life, hope that there will eventually be a cure and passion for my family, the gifts I have been given and the information I can now share.</span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;">Hannah</span>Wisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671239149962813729.post-67237470674695314282010-11-29T21:44:00.003+08:002010-11-29T21:55:38.799+08:00Happy 7th Birthday Little Man<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfp5siX0oGJkqjM17cK4DTH7xeN9UyWjWu4iyFBGNzS8eESgKq-o1eA07mRp2LmlQ7qGkGNykWf3Enm-lIO2dBFOaq3YY_Glt7cAp2HGK2ZwZGHs63NGkrpG9H4EJVRexSuyF5YviKMsxw/s1600/RMH+20+Years+072.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544968637172811618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfp5siX0oGJkqjM17cK4DTH7xeN9UyWjWu4iyFBGNzS8eESgKq-o1eA07mRp2LmlQ7qGkGNykWf3Enm-lIO2dBFOaq3YY_Glt7cAp2HGK2ZwZGHs63NGkrpG9H4EJVRexSuyF5YviKMsxw/s400/RMH+20+Years+072.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">Today as everyone can probably understand wasn't the easiest day in so many ways, but I did keep a very deep sense of peace at least, which has surprised me - especially as the weekend was so difficult. I think it was my gift from Josh. It is so like him to be giving me the gifts on HIS birthday!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">We had a really nice picnic lunch at Middleton Beach, pinched some roses for Josh's plaque (I could hear his evil little cackle as I did it!) and sent him some balloons to add to the angel party I am sure was going on just beyond our reach.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">Thank you to everyone who called, texted and posted for us, it means so much that Josh is remembered and still much loved. He gave us so many gifts in his time here and us honouring his life is the most important thing we can do for him.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">The pain doesn't lessen with time contrary to popular belief, it just moves deeper inside you and you learn to grow around it. That's how I like to think of it, with Josh still being at the core of our family and celebrating our milestones right beside us. In fact it's what gets me up in the morning. I don't want Josh feeling sad I am not making to most of the opportunities I have to enjoy life and enrich other people's lives.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">Today and always, so proud and grateful to be Josh's mumma forever. Sending you angel kisses darling, still wishing on rainbows and shooting stars. XXX</span></div>Wisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671239149962813729.post-85978419826181961522010-11-03T09:30:00.003+08:002010-11-03T11:19:44.273+08:00Approaching Storm<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFVK5GR9kgr44-MrgNgFHLNlRrctSOJHLiJ4kmvZXDlWhouGAeWtGvKQjSJAIBvGW2j7AOfRosqoJOi1KaPQOAE1x_A4f8FtA8s2iflR4wwzVu0wAthIVOrCQBT8gsiCkYg_ZiWGv3lqkY/s1600/4ghgleu.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 377px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535157364512411282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFVK5GR9kgr44-MrgNgFHLNlRrctSOJHLiJ4kmvZXDlWhouGAeWtGvKQjSJAIBvGW2j7AOfRosqoJOi1KaPQOAE1x_A4f8FtA8s2iflR4wwzVu0wAthIVOrCQBT8gsiCkYg_ZiWGv3lqkY/s400/4ghgleu.gif" /></a> <div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;">It's been so long since I updated...nothing much has changed in our little world. Josh still dominates every thought I have every single day and there is no relief. Some days are worse than others or should I say some days are better than others if I am trying to be "Glass-half-full". I will never understand what has happened to Josh and although I can see why he was sent to us I still think surely there had to be a better way of teaching us that giving us a little piece of magic and light and then stealing it away again so we are plunged into darkness. Other people are moving on with their lives but we are trapped in grief with our little man who's Forever Five.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;">When Josh was here our lives were full to overflowing with love and laughter. Now our cups are just that little less full. The world has lost some of it's beauty and every incredible moment is tinged with the thought that it isn't quite as special without Josh here to share it. He deserved to have a wonderful life and instead got cheated with the life of pain and distress he was given. My dreams are always plagued by the same question, whether at the end he could feel as much pain as we believe he did and was as distressed as we were when he drifted away. Did he see us fall apart?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;">Our other little whirlwind keeps us motivated to get through this and she is really an amazing girl. Anika is so good at everything she does and her opportunities seem endless as all children's should. She is filled with this amazing potential to be anything she wants to be and we are so proud of her. She has started Girl Guides and Irish Dancing in the last couple of months and she is very good! She loves Guides because she can get together with other kids and just have fun. She told me not long ago that she is scared of being alone and hates it, meaning with no brother beside her. She said now Joshy is gone and Aaron doesn't want to see her she is all alone. It breaks my heart that there is nothing I can do to fix this.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;">I am not trying to say our lives are devoid of happiness and we are depressed with our lives. On the contrary, we are very grateful to have plenty of love, fun and two living and growing children to be with. It is just that the sadness can be overwhelming and many times it creeps up on you. When you look sad, other assume something has happened in the very recent past to upset you but it isn't so, you never forget your child, you carry them with you every second of the day. Sometimes they are light and joyful and help your heart get through the day and other days their memories are grey and of the bleakest moments. The mental images are so powerful that one moment you can be in a happy place and the next an image of suffering and pain flashes through your mind and you crumble on the inside.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;">The trouble is that our wounds are on the inside so they rarely show and we make a good go at getting on with things and we do genuinely cope quite well but there are times when nothing but one of Joshy's radiant smiles could drive the darkness out. Nothing erases memories, either happy or distressing, they just cycle in your head making a sort of white noise in the background of your life.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;">So the next time I look sad or uspet, don't assume it is problems in my day to day life that are affecting me, they are insignificant. Really how can anything be OK without the centre of our world? That's all, just needed to get that off my chest.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;">To all the families, especially the angel families both new and those from years past, our love and very happy memories are with you all at one of the challenging times of the year. The times that you can't help but making milestones of like I do; Josh's first christmas in heaven, Josh would have been six today, my first birthday without Josh. This month is our milestone of "Josh would have been 7 today" on 29th November. These dates bring back memories both happy and sad and serve to magnify my sense of loss as I imagine it does other angel families. I will be thinking of each and every one of your children and hear the echos left behind of their laughs and see their sweet faces in my minds eye. Love to you all,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;">Hannah</span></div>Wisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671239149962813729.post-28699313799860585232010-05-13T17:25:00.003+08:002010-05-13T17:47:42.796+08:00Precious Josh<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3PuYfDeFevtz4Wl6t6pKxAbQVXilaGWOLj-Yk4F_p8ZwZrIGcmrp8N1u1XMiRhvMm9zImQ16U_HqVTA8rwLrh2d4_Ls4EyGazMXYt238H7PX_oin4ePWOzqO2iKfKsv92nD5EP0GzpRrx/s1600/up+to+Sept+09+1667.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470687253090128898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3PuYfDeFevtz4Wl6t6pKxAbQVXilaGWOLj-Yk4F_p8ZwZrIGcmrp8N1u1XMiRhvMm9zImQ16U_HqVTA8rwLrh2d4_Ls4EyGazMXYt238H7PX_oin4ePWOzqO2iKfKsv92nD5EP0GzpRrx/s400/up+to+Sept+09+1667.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">We have survived a year without your laugh and your smile. That is about all I can say Joshy, some things have changed but many have stayed the same. Our love for you does not change as time passes but grows deeper as we discover memories others share with us and realise the full effects you had on everyone around you. So sunny and funny and wise in so many ways. You will be missed all the days until we are reunited.</span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span> </div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>"In my dreams, you are alive and well</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Precious Child, precious child</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>In my mind, I see you clear as a bell</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Precious child, precious child</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>In my soul, there is a hole</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>That can never be filled</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>But in my heart there is hope</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>'Cause you are with me still</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>In my heart, you live on</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Always there, never gone</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Precious child, you left too soon</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Though it may be true that we're apart<br />You will live forever...in my heart<br /></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>In my plans, I was the first to leave</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Precious child, precious child</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>But in this world, I was left here to grieve</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Precious child, precious child</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>In my soul, there is a hole</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>That can never be filled</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>But in my heart there is hope</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>And you are with me still</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>In my heart you live on</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Always there, never gone</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Precious child, you left too soon</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Though it may be true that we're apart</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>You will live forever...in my heart</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>God knows I want to hold you</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>See you, touch you</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>And maybe there's a heaven</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>And someday I will again</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Please know you're not forgotten until then</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>In my heart you live on</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Always there, never gone</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Precious child, you left too soon</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Though it may be true that we're apart</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>You will live forever...in my heart"</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong> </div><div><span style="color:#003300;">Thanks to everyone who sent cards, texts, emails and posts. It helps to know Josh was loved and will be remembered.</span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#003300;">Love and hope to our beautiful friends The Holmes Gang in one of the hardest weeks they will have to endure with their beautiful Imogen's Passing Parade. She would have loved it and you did a wonderful job of honouring your amazing Princess Ladybird. Thank you for sharing her light with the world and letting us be part of her parade, she will not be forgotten and will be eternally loved as will you all. Imogen May Eileen Holmes, newest and brightest angel, we love you and were honoured to be in your life. XXX</span></div>Wisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671239149962813729.post-35526582436028850722010-04-01T21:41:00.005+08:002010-04-01T22:49:57.681+08:00Update<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkJF83FMQkoWj-OZ6g7tiHsJGM-sc0X0VyVXojDWk3y99VF0cWYj0oO0s6l3bZjwp5Mq9WGlpPZmTiJ7Lntfak7jOfO3zpnl2STSh-Ah4u8gpuPvwFIC7QvQYIA3y0AbPvdnufcYL2b0f_/s1600/13+March+2010+038.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455174700489645666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkJF83FMQkoWj-OZ6g7tiHsJGM-sc0X0VyVXojDWk3y99VF0cWYj0oO0s6l3bZjwp5Mq9WGlpPZmTiJ7Lntfak7jOfO3zpnl2STSh-Ah4u8gpuPvwFIC7QvQYIA3y0AbPvdnufcYL2b0f_/s400/13+March+2010+038.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Elephant Rocks, paradise on earth</strong></span> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgldELQN_bUwFe0oBASrlzjrcl57F_GWABwc1xsEVqxlEBEHwweCv3P4T6XmLTNPmdcb4Bk0uLTwN8KVWgsJa7tVpwxQ54nD0Jb20rTD_1C90bdpb3IZWFFQI1-mtVwmTK7H5jDEs2v0HBF/s1600/Jan+-+2+Feb+10+055.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455173215390547506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgldELQN_bUwFe0oBASrlzjrcl57F_GWABwc1xsEVqxlEBEHwweCv3P4T6XmLTNPmdcb4Bk0uLTwN8KVWgsJa7tVpwxQ54nD0Jb20rTD_1C90bdpb3IZWFFQI1-mtVwmTK7H5jDEs2v0HBF/s400/Jan+-+2+Feb+10+055.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Anika's First day of school</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiToK4yaTAjIp8TfFJfazzSTALBIV-g0-k1oG9JXLOoQGGjd8veXX65ctJA6HpFHOCIsoO7DZryRViW4gzuOcI6IYeh5oHSROmzckIGUwjMF5d3afrLXCGauwr4vIbilkulcYzVesA2U5eP/s1600/March+29+047.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455170927219190242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiToK4yaTAjIp8TfFJfazzSTALBIV-g0-k1oG9JXLOoQGGjd8veXX65ctJA6HpFHOCIsoO7DZryRViW4gzuOcI6IYeh5oHSROmzckIGUwjMF5d3afrLXCGauwr4vIbilkulcYzVesA2U5eP/s400/March+29+047.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#993399;"><strong> Holly Saphira McKenzie</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhTafrK5R2MNe3mo5UqCZpVL1kQM5-hp-y9RJrDbMSdGmFBgRG8NSMrU059cxnh1E3HTgxJPW8nl1Q1k5qPsX5IGpFAr4KHyHq7vGmO-q9usubHn7f0YmE5tDOCv3ULNpSM5VyV8psXVSG/s1600/Perth+%26+Mdh+033.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455170920351939378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhTafrK5R2MNe3mo5UqCZpVL1kQM5-hp-y9RJrDbMSdGmFBgRG8NSMrU059cxnh1E3HTgxJPW8nl1Q1k5qPsX5IGpFAr4KHyHq7vGmO-q9usubHn7f0YmE5tDOCv3ULNpSM5VyV8psXVSG/s400/Perth+%26+Mdh+033.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Immie and Anika<br /></strong></span><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">It has been so long since I posted I don't know what I have said last time! We have been going along reasonably OK recently but with the odd bursts of complete devastation and overwhelming sadness. One day that was so full of joy but also sadness that Josh could not be there was the birth of darling little Holly my best friend Laura's sweet girl. Josh loved babies and would have been so gentle and loving with her. I could picture him holding her when I took Anika up there to meet her a few hours after she was born. I was so privileged and grateful to be the only person other than Laura and Laughton to be at the birth and to be official photographer for such an emotional and private experience. I still cannot believe I got to witness a new life be born! It is so completely different to giving birth yourself with the anxiousness for someone you love so much being in such pain and not physically being able to do anything about it. You were amazing guys, so calm and relaxed, I am in awe of this perfect little princess you created who I will be forever tied to by this incredible moment in time.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Another such time full of joy and sadness was our day in Denmark going snorkelling (Anika's first time and another first Josh never got to have) at Green's Pool where we went on our camping trip with Josh and Danny and Brayden last summer. We visited the ironically named Elephant Rocks where the beauty of the scenery just overwhelms you and the meadery for honey icecream which was one of Joshys favourite places in the world. He just affects my every moment in so many ways. Many days at night I go to his room and curl up in his bed with his blankie and cry until I am empty. It never goes away, but some moments hit you more than others.<br /><br />Anika's first day and first term of school went wonderfully. She has made so many friends, especially Lily, Kate, Nyssa and Ashlyn. She can write her own name almost right. She is met every day by a group of kids calling her to play with them "Hi Anika, come and dig in the sand pit with us!" and is liked by her teachers who see how bright and outgoing she is. I am so happy she enjoys it and celebrate every little victory with her, enjoying being parent helper and seeing the new projects she has done. But I feel this creeping bitterness that Josh never got this chance. <em>He</em> should have had friends waiting at the gate for him. <em>He </em>should have been the teachers pet. <em>He</em> was clever and funny and sweet. Why did my beautiful, intelligent, dazzling little boy not get this life too? Why is he not starting year one with his friends and why did he get left behind? This will never, never, never make sense because it is completely illogical.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Our very special and charismatic friend Immie is nearing the end of her Journey too and I just weep for the things she did and had to do because of this shit of a disease, and I weep for the things she will never get to but should by rights have got to do. What reason is there that she should be taken? I made this bargain with God when Josh relapsed "OK God, so you have to take Joshy. I knew it would come. Just do one thing for me please, just one little thing OK? Just leave us Immie. Her family needs her, WE need her to be OK, to live, to love to grow up and make mistakes and learn from them like the rest of us. If she gets this life my son should have had, I will never ask for anything else, I promise. Amen" Well, God broke his end of the bargain didn't he? And right now I have to say I feel that God, you suck! There is no sense to this, no purpose and no benefit from my beautiful friends suffering and her family hurting more than she does having to bear witness to her pain.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I wish you a painfree journey Immie and a peaceful rest you have earned a thousand times over with the fight you put up. Go with love in your last walk however long or short it may be knowing Josh, Blake, James, Naomi, Savanna and so many others will be there to take your hand. You will not be alone and you will be loved and remembered always.</span></div><br /><br /></div></div>Wisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671239149962813729.post-58351665602557364062010-01-16T22:03:00.003+08:002010-01-16T22:24:23.101+08:00Aaron's Birthday<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzJYoR8_bbGbdG4DvLdKxd06Xc7cAaHS-m6dqWZPqGEWgbIA1npJgVjHkdn89a60Xvin2Z-a_tvzmsuB-tR2DyXUUvXkEtRtdpPwTt40mfn-Ti3ceJ5TYP3-tQaNZgvBOKOz_b4oBhQwL2/s1600-h/Aaron's+Birthday+2010+101.JPG"><span style="color:#993399;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427339781644387234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzJYoR8_bbGbdG4DvLdKxd06Xc7cAaHS-m6dqWZPqGEWgbIA1npJgVjHkdn89a60Xvin2Z-a_tvzmsuB-tR2DyXUUvXkEtRtdpPwTt40mfn-Ti3ceJ5TYP3-tQaNZgvBOKOz_b4oBhQwL2/s320/Aaron's+Birthday+2010+101.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#993399;"><strong> Cutting the cake (so delish)</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGyyZ6AKO-g-8BAy97i12Q1K0t4lc2NJp4PDwbs40M22fGhmjmvGQ7mIkLfrg4vpg4k7BP-ZnN9Wr6KRgIWHHm_qJsP6TOuEpgfv8aYa0NfcpYnHHGyMV7mHlipqpweESEtdkBevHrcaAf/s1600-h/Aaron's+Birthday+2010+071.JPG"><span style="color:#993399;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427339773614768930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGyyZ6AKO-g-8BAy97i12Q1K0t4lc2NJp4PDwbs40M22fGhmjmvGQ7mIkLfrg4vpg4k7BP-ZnN9Wr6KRgIWHHm_qJsP6TOuEpgfv8aYa0NfcpYnHHGyMV7mHlipqpweESEtdkBevHrcaAf/s320/Aaron's+Birthday+2010+071.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#993399;"> <strong>Birthday Boy<br /></strong><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyyaVDPVWWXzVNr6-KCxKJqPQ1cvokHycF5krVoQK-w9VlYAVYwuIBW8cd4W9x0Dch5B4FdqRiBJKB-ebxK9qqX-kKudfL31gFj369L_Ymb0AANiRYBfyhY8Eqo_MynTyh049_3SafUNOa/s1600-h/Aaron's+Birthday+2010+058.JPG"><span style="color:#993399;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427339763632383250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyyaVDPVWWXzVNr6-KCxKJqPQ1cvokHycF5krVoQK-w9VlYAVYwuIBW8cd4W9x0Dch5B4FdqRiBJKB-ebxK9qqX-kKudfL31gFj369L_Ymb0AANiRYBfyhY8Eqo_MynTyh049_3SafUNOa/s320/Aaron's+Birthday+2010+058.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#993399;"><strong> What a poser! At Muttonbird Island.</strong><br /><br /></span><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghMKWXhhoe1lcihuYOhF-L3YygaqWlnvztgmLFrfrVPk8WHf_tGBySy0wfQ9iPqAz5FSGdYjt-qwWPS3fmNImIzTBip08iyVJxsgVimioE51g76kuLyAOVinjR7PaTltzqr1e2VURI741Q/s1600-h/Aaron's+Birthday+2010+027.JPG"><span style="color:#993399;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427339754342553298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghMKWXhhoe1lcihuYOhF-L3YygaqWlnvztgmLFrfrVPk8WHf_tGBySy0wfQ9iPqAz5FSGdYjt-qwWPS3fmNImIzTBip08iyVJxsgVimioE51g76kuLyAOVinjR7PaTltzqr1e2VURI741Q/s320/Aaron's+Birthday+2010+027.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#993399;"><strong> It's not Baywatch, it's Boofwatch...or is that Woofwatch?<br /></strong><br /><br /></span><div><span style="color:#993399;">Hi everyone...we have been so busy over the last few weeks!!!</span></div><div><span style="color:#993399;">Firstly we have had Aaron staying with us for the last two weeks. This year we did not have him for christmas but got to spend his birthday with him which was great! We have spent the time he has been here visiting the beach, pool, going to the movies, playing heaps of Wii and just chilling out. For his birthday we had a quiet (ish) pizza night with family and a beautiful icecream cake from Granny (thanks very much for making Aaron's day so special). I think (hope) his 15th birthday was fun...to think when I met him he was an adorable 5yr old just starting school and now he is almost a *gulp* MAN! Makes me feel a lot older than 28!!!</span></div></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#993399;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#993399;">I have started full-time work at Lincolns Accounting and Business Management! Yes, I have a "grown-up job" now and can pay bills, wear a bluetooth headset and answer phones! It was quick but exciting to start the day after I was offered the position on Monday. So far I am loving it! Ask me again on Monday evening after my first day out of training and flying solo and it may be a different story!!! Seriously tho, they are wonderful people there and I feel I will be very happy and will slot in well. The job is a very demanding one being for such a large firm and having such a vital job range so I will enjoy the challenge. The atmosphere in that office should be bottled, so positive and supportive. I sound like a Lincolns recruiting agent!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#993399;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#993399;">We are all well with no major problems, just plodding along. We have our down days but we have fantastic support from family and friends that I for one never feel lonely or alone which I think is really important for bereaved families. I hope my other angel mummies get as much love and understanding as I do. By the way, thanks so much Mille for the chat this morning, you are a great friend.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#993399;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#993399;">I am so looking forward to the pitter patter of little McKenzie feet, roll on March! You'd think it was me who was expecting. Only a few weeks to go til we get to cuddle (smother with love) the new little princess. AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I love babies! I wanted to just squeeze Sebastian this morning, he is so yummy.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#993399;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#993399;">Have a happy smiley Sunday and think of me braving it without my Svengali Marie on Monday, whatta girl she is, I am sad she has to leave for me to start there!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#993399;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#993399;">Hannah</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX</span></div><br /></div>Wisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671239149962813729.post-11990681743649447272010-01-02T13:51:00.003+08:002010-01-02T14:19:47.325+08:00Christmas<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyy8ThnIQgJCOM6E_i2A1NZcTG8dqYybjK8dVZSPvkfYA_3rVVpOwaD79s0Yi6Yqz1a3CloJBw1FmlbP2rTYtLxvfJFI7hudAwNG0hraXGifjgg5zNEfDfZJfnv5eoSjFjwjae2PjXrhRd/s1600-h/Christmas+09+087.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422017665906681298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyy8ThnIQgJCOM6E_i2A1NZcTG8dqYybjK8dVZSPvkfYA_3rVVpOwaD79s0Yi6Yqz1a3CloJBw1FmlbP2rTYtLxvfJFI7hudAwNG0hraXGifjgg5zNEfDfZJfnv5eoSjFjwjae2PjXrhRd/s320/Christmas+09+087.JPG" /></a><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;"> Daddy and Anika fishing at Whaler's cove</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiviDdhdDtG1Wcfr4d89TOZ7YC9d9M8fovSLSA7xNc_xCiydh1w1AE70lgQFZYxU4kFVHjszCtTj8L1_OliATshlthbOZecfbDSqnte8BFFvg9ESGQEQ7CnA8TdiDYBlscmnbmS3-53Q6Tc/s1600-h/Christmas+09+072.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422017658078178098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiviDdhdDtG1Wcfr4d89TOZ7YC9d9M8fovSLSA7xNc_xCiydh1w1AE70lgQFZYxU4kFVHjszCtTj8L1_OliATshlthbOZecfbDSqnte8BFFvg9ESGQEQ7CnA8TdiDYBlscmnbmS3-53Q6Tc/s320/Christmas+09+072.JPG" /></a><strong> <span style="color:#cc6600;">At Whalers Cove - Danny, Pete, Anika and Lea</span></strong><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8i6zLUo_QrDpzcbVwaiy2_B8Bn-oYGk_L7RCqfaWOhGvTM4rh8WvEtt6v3kpM3er7xwVvqtwBRMTnWnGH_vCK24ECFmpLVa_qwImgkhpVzWAgbZyztRSuwoiemqDqSGr-sspurWfNLXoQ/s1600-h/Christmas+09+052.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422017655836408562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8i6zLUo_QrDpzcbVwaiy2_B8Bn-oYGk_L7RCqfaWOhGvTM4rh8WvEtt6v3kpM3er7xwVvqtwBRMTnWnGH_vCK24ECFmpLVa_qwImgkhpVzWAgbZyztRSuwoiemqDqSGr-sspurWfNLXoQ/s320/Christmas+09+052.JPG" /></a><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;"> Anika the Christmas Tree</span><br /></strong><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Thank you to everyone for being so understanding over the holiday season that we aren't really feeling in much of a party mood. I think it is harder the further time goes by since we have seen Josh and held him in our arms. Not having him there ripping into his presents and admiring Anika's goodies and making a fuss about her and just being so excited is a very bitter pill to swallow. And there will be endless other christmasses, birthdays, events and milestones Joshy won't be here to share with us. It makes me wonder how much longer I can stand not having him here. Sometimes it feels so raw that I would swear my insides are being sucked out slowly. Don't be concerned I am going to be stupid though, I have a wonderful little girl right here with me to keep me going. I think my technique for getting through the day now is to push it down and get on with life and laugh wholeheartedly and then to let myself crumble when it gets too much. The wound heals from the inside out and the edges pull together a little more each day but there will always be a scar.</span></div></div></div><p align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;">We had a lovely christmas in spite of our lost little man and had a seafood BBQ of yabbies, shark and lamb chops with Mum, Dad, Joel, Ben, Erin and Zac down at the beach. The kids splashed around and it was good not to be somewhere we had spent all the other christmasses with Josh, it would have been too hard. Mum did a great job of catering (as always) and we had yummy food, great weather and fantastic company *bliss*. Later on Pete's brother Danny and lovely Mum Lea came back down from Busselton on christmas night. Danny was one of Josh's very favourite people and it was good to have him stay with us until the 31st. Many of you know my mother-in-law was an angel for us during Josh's illness and now she is doing the same for Dan and his kids, she is a very special lady.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;">In the last month we have spent a lot of time at the beach, fishing, enjoying time with family and friends, doing all the things I think makes christmas so special. We have been thinking a lot about our other angel friends Blake, Naomi, James, Cameron, Kahlilla, Shakir, Jayden and others we did not know as/of well. I hope thier families find peace at this time of year knowing their precious child is not alone but among friends who walked the road with them and made it to their beautiful home in their own time. Ranita told me something a while ago that only made sense very recently to me that they choose their time to go very carefully, that there is often special significance to the time they pass away. I realised not long ago that Josh passed on the 2yr anniversary of the first day he entered the oncology ward at PMH on 13th May. I had spent ages thinking he had tried to make it to the anniversary of his diagnosis on 16th May. Not so, the nightmare really began for him on that day and it was fitting he ended the suffering on that day also.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Finally, I just want to quickly send out happy birthdays to some of those with birthdays coming up in the next couple of weeks; Mum, Lachie, Chloe, Aaron and a very happy anniversary to my husband of seven years on 11th January Peter. Through hard times and good has taken on a whole new meaning in the last three years but we're still here!</span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;">I am going now to have fun with my family, may you all have a fantastic year in 2010 and spread love and magic to your friends and family,</span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Hannah</span></p>Wisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671239149962813729.post-74593881673396712042009-11-29T19:56:00.003+08:002009-11-29T20:35:35.916+08:00Josh's Birthday<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAV9a3Rr6CBP960kgRss7VAmI6GTtg7ST1Jh97uv_GhRcXdUQZPQ5kMNvq38ZLfURhGeJN1DpB5Lq888LJ2gyRjrlibgEjyyD3otvtd2dpTxlchMxG3Bi7yT0Rmg1ks4l8EJErNNrWmPqL/s1600/November+09+057.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409495731038970866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAV9a3Rr6CBP960kgRss7VAmI6GTtg7ST1Jh97uv_GhRcXdUQZPQ5kMNvq38ZLfURhGeJN1DpB5Lq888LJ2gyRjrlibgEjyyD3otvtd2dpTxlchMxG3Bi7yT0Rmg1ks4l8EJErNNrWmPqL/s320/November+09+057.JPG" /></a> <strong>The spectacular view from Josh's plaque today</strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1lkgU7bDGofgLQoGqZmOW9GY96nPf8iSPPke8JFZYBqNmaI96oAGHQAb7kBnGAHc74-ADEJB9DH1KMqFMjncpONvtWrBl7MlOYNQ41qxHluWOls4rg-uTlABbiVcmMUFylz5ax7BOTCrd/s1600/November+09+058.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409495721081281890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1lkgU7bDGofgLQoGqZmOW9GY96nPf8iSPPke8JFZYBqNmaI96oAGHQAb7kBnGAHc74-ADEJB9DH1KMqFMjncpONvtWrBl7MlOYNQ41qxHluWOls4rg-uTlABbiVcmMUFylz5ax7BOTCrd/s320/November+09+058.JPG" /></a> <strong>Joshy's plaque with his birthday card and flowers<br /></strong><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpxVnvlExbHmWb5G0jCuFtWFds0eD3D9x6IyqnOlCSQTfBpcMxTkFmt2uyWmN1tcKm7ciK5VPDwpQTOoN5CtkplQV4qpewcL5pe8BLgTblBKDQiDpTA2Zh-4PifMJGu5-srLX7oCBA_xMa/s1600/November+09+043.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409495713607765730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpxVnvlExbHmWb5G0jCuFtWFds0eD3D9x6IyqnOlCSQTfBpcMxTkFmt2uyWmN1tcKm7ciK5VPDwpQTOoN5CtkplQV4qpewcL5pe8BLgTblBKDQiDpTA2Zh-4PifMJGu5-srLX7oCBA_xMa/s320/November+09+043.JPG" /></a><strong> Peter, Uncle and Anika with the Fudgey baby</strong><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409495703469797778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuAyWxlzuLcqY8-IemLnjRiD7mdUL1Z8in60aGEm_yEO5y6AZGAmf6y1fl-SNaz9hVF_6IRehMyA7RduegMnyOUEI0kA-zfjG7RipzJuZmFNHEMkCJjqpf4LluEoC_bM6WMaialjPmwn5Y/s320/November+09+035.JPG" /><br /><strong>Joshy's Ben 10 cake (green of course)</strong><br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5E5-fKp_uEzaqdSiQPIEqDmP1QLkMagZMHBtL-3lFbLjIbkTg6Lv87MDgyCjEnKBjb1Rn_5mZHqf6m7YZQdf7d2MDkLJAF5WngLusWCxr8qy9icdgRyv7LElazyIFZS0Da8VBBxmT0liW/s1600/November+09+048.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409495695901999314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5E5-fKp_uEzaqdSiQPIEqDmP1QLkMagZMHBtL-3lFbLjIbkTg6Lv87MDgyCjEnKBjb1Rn_5mZHqf6m7YZQdf7d2MDkLJAF5WngLusWCxr8qy9icdgRyv7LElazyIFZS0Da8VBBxmT0liW/s320/November+09+048.JPG" /></a><strong> Ben and Seth at the BBQ</strong><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">At 6.28am on 29th November six years ago our lives were hit with cyclone Josh and have never been the same since and we wouldn't want it any other way. Of course we have had some unbelievably hard times with him and our experiences are not what I'd wish on anyone else, but I know Josh was here for a reason and he knew his purpose very clearly. Josh taught me patience, to exist in the moment instead of focussing so hard on the moments to come and in this way I feel like I really got to see how amazing Josh was and how powerful his memory is.</span></div><br /><span style="color:#000099;">We felt we needed to have a birthday party for Josh which may be bizarre to some people but my feeling is that I have to carry on the celebration of Josh's life no matter how hard it might be to do it without him. Thank you to everyone who was at our beach BBQ for Josh, the weather was beautiful and we enjoyed the company of good friends and family who were so important to Josh. After a wonderful lunch and the kids having a long and exhausting play in the playground, my brother Ben and Zac, Erin and Seth joined us for a second fire-up of the barbie. It was so great to have Seth there for an important milestone for our family. I have to also say a couple of words about Ben, he's faced many struggles in his life and he is now really breaking through the other side. For all the things he may regret, there are many more he should be proud of as we are of him. I am just sorry it took me so long to see what a good person has been underneath all the time. Now also welcome to the family Erin and Zac, it must be hard to come into a family carrying such a huge amount of grief but you are doing a great job of making Ben very happy.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">I don't know how to describe the emptiness without Josh here everyday and how heartwrenching it was knowing he should be with us opening his presents and enjoying the end of a big and wonderful birthday not in an urn in our lounge room. It just gnaws at me so often that he deserved anything he could wish for after what he suffered but instead his life was cut so short and cruelly ended with a relentless pain. To those people who say "You are only given what you can handle", I say screw you. If I did not have to get up each day and breathe in and out and learn how to live again for Anika, I wouldn't. No-one who has ever lost a child was dealt that because they can "handle it". Yes they may learn to get by bit by bit but that doesn't mean they deserved what they got or that they love their child any less than those who can hold theirs in their arms. I have such a struggle with Josh's last days and I realise it is something I need to learn to be at peace with but I just don't know how to. I wonder how much pain he was in, did I do what he needed, was there something he wanted and I didn't realise, did he know we were all there? I will never know the answers but for now the horror plays in my mind everytime I close my eyes.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Anika misses Josh so terribly right now and I don't know if I am doing the right things and helping her the ways she needs. I do doubt myself a lot but I know it is good for her to talk about Josh and to know it is OK to cry and tell me what is inside her and I know she desperately craves the company of other kids. She loved having Uncle to stay over on Thursday, Friday and Saturday and showing him around WhaleWorld and the coastline. She was so pleases when he came to see her and that he was so delighted with all her little talents, watching her dance and sing and swim in the bath. It was a great few days with him until he had to go back home to Bunbury.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Well, we have made it through almost seven months without Josh and I can tell you, it doesn't get any easier. I still think I see him in the playground and I still can't watch Ben 10 without crying. In saying that though we do have a huge group of friends and family there to support us; Mum, Dad, Joel, Ben, Dad & Jan, Joe & Halina, Uncle, Danny, Lea, Em, Brayden, Sunny & Alex, Glenny, Leslie & Phil, Sarah,& Rich, Molly, George, Caroline & Dave, Laura & Laught, Ty, Jas, Tam, Abby & Chris, Michael & Mish, Kim, Damien & Jo, Lesley, Lynn, Camille, Bec & Terry, Melissa, Fee & Jason, Kody, the lovely miss Immie & Ashton, Alison, Jeannie, Nola, Lois and so many other people and especially our beautiful Ranita.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Sleep well and hug your babies even tighter tonight and tell them you love them an extra time for Josh,</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Hannah</span><br /></div></div></div></div>Wisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671239149962813729.post-27728078867827311932009-10-26T10:10:00.002+08:002009-10-26T10:17:22.801+08:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi9qqNyUmMC_pxIWVzoTxxsfQmjld63PZgHS2TqVC4N2hALaZwkGB7QDtuN7qMa5FgyJi6zEfu4uVifhKrS3WGolD0iEU6LKjeRwqmRXacigBzw4bmkPtjXVUTnerGDlsDcg9iVO5UErrf/s1600-h/Sepy+09+038.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396726969094072066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi9qqNyUmMC_pxIWVzoTxxsfQmjld63PZgHS2TqVC4N2hALaZwkGB7QDtuN7qMa5FgyJi6zEfu4uVifhKrS3WGolD0iEU6LKjeRwqmRXacigBzw4bmkPtjXVUTnerGDlsDcg9iVO5UErrf/s400/Sepy+09+038.JPG" /></a><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"> A Joshy Rainbow</span></strong><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh84BLMEDE3xqaBXRKAMp-SxYJOObGdD_bU_rf1EEJixBYTNZmr_KEOhykb4YH0uQOhxJxsuZ9qTQwgByX5O9U-yZ4D4beEawudEQhFzIMqXJoMhFERVpWllPvcvzcqzg9fChsiyeiu_59U/s1600-h/Busselton+001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396725835638347682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh84BLMEDE3xqaBXRKAMp-SxYJOObGdD_bU_rf1EEJixBYTNZmr_KEOhykb4YH0uQOhxJxsuZ9qTQwgByX5O9U-yZ4D4beEawudEQhFzIMqXJoMhFERVpWllPvcvzcqzg9fChsiyeiu_59U/s400/Busselton+001.JPG" /></a><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"> Anika and Ethan in Busselton<br /></span></strong><br /><br /></div></div>Wisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671239149962813729.post-37961677399642563082009-10-22T10:58:00.002+08:002009-10-22T11:23:59.651+08:00Movie Premiere<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;">There has been a lot happening over the last few months but very little that really MATTERS! The first and only very important thing which has been happening is that our very special little friend Imogen has been getting out there and enjoying life! Well done for her and Fee, Jas, Kody and Ashton. They should be admired for making the most of the time they have together rather than getting bogged down with grief. That's not to say they aren't totally devastated and have times of mourning the future they rightly deserve. To continue being a family is what these amazing people can do for their little girl and themselves and it will help them heal over time I am sure. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;">I just don't want anyone to forget that just because Joshys battle is done does not mean there aren't thousands of kids fighting this war right at this moment. We can't become complacent about children's cancer, it is a terrible thing for a family to suffer and if all the people who have been touched by these horrific diseases band together to find better treatments to lead to the holy grail "CURE" surely the powers that be have to listen.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;">So, in order to feel like I am helping to make a consious effort to combat cancer I am organising a movie premiere, raffle and woodwork auction from 5.15pm on 5th November of The Time Traveller's Wife. Neuroblastoma affects my life everyday just with the simple fact that Josh is no longer physically in it and also that our gorgeous friend Immie still has her battle to fight. This epidemic has affected so many of my wonderful friends and their families.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;">Anika is happy at daycare on Mondays and other than still having trouble with reflux and sleeping she is doing really well. She talks about Joshy every day a dozen or so times, often just little comments like "look mum, a rainbow, Josh sent it for us, Hi Joshy!!!" or "Josh really liked green" or "Can I hold Joshy's elephant?" (a jade elephant I found after Josh died, he would have loved it it is little and Anika often holds it when she is sad or upset). I am very happy she isn't afraid to talk about/to him but when she turns to me with tears in her eyes saying that she misses him I wish I could spare her from the hurt we all feel.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;">I am still looking for part-time work with no success so far. Maybe the universe is telling me something but I am finding it hard to listen right now with all the noise that is going on in my head. I am struggling to sleep too.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;">Thanks for listening,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;">Hannah</span>Wisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671239149962813729.post-80821601263308091032009-09-05T19:17:00.003+08:002009-09-05T19:31:41.422+08:00Pray for the Holmes Family<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPVVWrHi2a9QvpCIVH9JNNtD1lIOfd529EshisfOU6QAM37v9LjzSk7JNTu3mRrNzV2MQf8DlIuZrx_E1zhGdNWDCvY7gV0sd8OeYDz5EDUqkkMZ9eQJRyrxT8FqoMm-1pFANVwPNMYd0v/s1600-h/wiggles.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377944519623884114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPVVWrHi2a9QvpCIVH9JNNtD1lIOfd529EshisfOU6QAM37v9LjzSk7JNTu3mRrNzV2MQf8DlIuZrx_E1zhGdNWDCvY7gV0sd8OeYDz5EDUqkkMZ9eQJRyrxT8FqoMm-1pFANVwPNMYd0v/s400/wiggles.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>I am just posting to ask all of you to please pray/think of/send happy and positive thoughts to our beautiful friends Fee, Jason, Kody and amazing Immie who is now fighting her third bout of Neuroblastoma. I don't know much about her condition but I do know how incredibly wonderful and courageous that sweet little girl is. I can't hold myself together at the moment so it might be a bit garbled.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>Sometimes I just hate the world we live in for all the crap and horrific things that happen to people I love so much. Whatever you've got, they need it right now. Feeling this way is close enough to how I feel when we were going through all this with Josh. And these beautiful people have gone through this news TWICE now but they get back up and keep going. Also please pray for a safe arrival for the tiny new Holmes baby boy who is due to arrive in less than three weeks into the middle of this chaos.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>Fee, anything, any time. Immie we love you so much and we're coming to see you soon. If love could get Immie through this she would be cured by now but it doesn't hurt to send it to give them all strength. The blog is</strong></span> <a href="http://www.theholmesgang.blogspot.com/">http://www.theholmesgang.blogspot.com/</a> <strong>have a look and leave a message of support, this family is just amazing and have been such good friends to us.</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>Hannah</strong></div>Wisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671239149962813729.post-84119734103137139742009-09-03T10:01:00.000+08:002009-09-03T11:33:15.556+08:00Recent Events<font color="#663333">It's been ages since I posted but once again it seems like so much has happened but really so little. We have had tea out at Dylans as a family which is nice and also had nights at Mums and my Mum-in-laws for yummy food. We have been visiting Josh's plaque every week once or twice and leaving flowers for him. We also found some freesias someone else left for him which is so nice of them. </font><br /><font color="#663333"></font><br /><font color="#663333">Anika has been having fun bikeriding and taking Fudge for walks and on visits to Grandmas house to play with Jedda. She had a FANTASTIC birthday party and was given lots of lovely presents. She especially loved the presents from her "away" friends Immie, Emma and Alana and her cousins Molly and George. I think she likes the idea that they are still thinking about her even though she can't see them.</font><br /><font color="#663333"></font><br /><font color="#663333">On Monday she announced to me that she was going to be a doctor or nurse to help sick people and do their makeup (she will also be a part-time makeup artist - her words, not mine!). She will also have two kids; reduced from nine now thankfully, a boy and a girl. The girl will be Cloe after the Bratz character and the boy will be called Joshy. "Then I can have my Joshy back" she said and refused to believe it would not be the same Joshy and that many other kids have the same name but aren't the same person as our Josh.</font><br /><font color="#663333"></font><br /><font color="#663333">My adventure at hospital last week is all sorted out and no more tetanus needles for me for a while! It wasn't fun but no damage done.</font><br /><font color="#663333"></font><br /><font color="#663333">Sales of the "Josh's Bears" have been going really well thanks to my lovely mum (another $550 banked yesterday - a total of $945 from bear sales) and the Everyday Heroes page has gone up again. I am going to try and book the movie premiere of Mao's Last Dancer to boost the total. It will be in the middle of October and tickets will be $22 each. If we fill the cinema that will mean we will have another $3000 to add on and I may even try to do two premieres over the next 4 months before christmas. So...if anyone wants tickets, let me know and when it is all confirmed I will let you know. Bears are in Kingdom Kare, TumbleJam, Albany Occasional Daycare, ABC Learning, Rainbow Daycare, Albany Regional Daycare, Family House North Rd, YMCA Early Learning Centre and we are hoping to move thm around to different locations over the next couple of months. I am also purchasing 25 bears to take up to Perth to PMH on Josh's birthday to give to the kids in 3B Oncology as a sort of double present, the money ($375) goes to Childrens Cancer Institute of Australia and the kids get the heatpacks for their sore bones and tummies.</font><br /><font color="#663333"></font><br /><font color="#663333">I hope everyone is happy and well and wishing all the Daddies a Happy Fathers Day for on Sunday.</font><br /><font color="#663333"></font><br /><font color="#663333">Hannah</font>Wisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671239149962813729.post-66839706839473162972009-08-06T11:35:00.002+08:002009-08-06T11:39:36.156+08:00A Message to My Family<span style="color:#006600;">"I know your heart is breaking </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">as you try to understand. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I know that things didn't turn out </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">as you and I had planned. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">But know that I am safe now, </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">away from all life's harm </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">and know that when I left you , </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I walked into God's sweet arms. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I know you waited by my side; </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I heard the prayers you said. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Your voice and touch were comforting </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">as you stood beside my bed. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">And though I couldn't tell you, </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I knew that you were there. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I felt your hand in mine, </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I heard you whisper in my ear. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I know you think I'm gone from you, </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">but dear ones, I am close. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I'd never leave alone the ones </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">God knows I love the most. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">In your dreams I'll come to you, </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">we'll visit for a while. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I'll touch your hand and kiss your cheek; </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">we'll laugh and share a smile. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Please know that I'm at peace now, </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">and grateful for the chance. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">For in the presence of the Lord, </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">with angels I now dance. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Though Heaven stands between us, </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">we'll never be apart: </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">For nothing separates </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">the love of those joined at the heart."</span>Wisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671239149962813729.post-48468393908771875292009-08-06T10:14:00.002+08:002009-08-06T10:56:42.919+08:00Almost three months with out Josh.<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong>It has been so long since I posted that I can't even remember what I have told all of you. For the record, what people say about it not getting easier with time but harder is honestly true (for me at least). I have to say that I spend a huge amount of my time thinking about Josh and yes I do torture myself with thoughts of what I could/should/would have done differently if I knew what would happen in Josh's last days. I am trying hard not to feel sorry for myself but when you miss someone so much not just emotionally but also physically. Josh was such a loving touchy feely boy that not being able to cuddle him and give him a kiss goodnight is torturous.</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong>I'm not trying to make nyone feel sorry for me but knowing mentally that Josh is not coming back is very different from the realisation really sinking in. Believing in miracles and hoping for one so strongly can make it hard to accept a terrible reality like this. The beautiful family portrait on our lounge room at least gives us something positive to focus on. Many positive things have come through Josh's illness and although so much of it was painful and incredibly sad for all of us I have always felt Josh would not win this battle, like it was meant to happen and this course was meant to carry us on to a way of living and coping with Josh's death and on to learning from the experience and taking on the life lessons he taught us. Now everything I do is influenced by what the best I can do for the most positive outcome, how I can help someone else out and how to continue to keep Josh's memory alive.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong>The plaque is up on the boardwalk at Middleton Beach where Josh used to stop and look out over his kingdom on earth. It is where we plan to scatter his ashes when we are technically allowed to put up a permanent plaque in 3 years time. I know he would have loved the clandestine nature of sneaking up to erect it in the middle of the night and giggling about the yellow rose (his favourite) we pinched from the bus depot to leave for him. I think Anika is pleased about having the memorial up now where she can go and say hello to him. Just after we fixed the plaque, the clouds parted and we could see Josh's star smiling down on us.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong>Anika is about to turn 4!!! Next weekend on 16th Aug my little baby is not a baby anymore or even a toddler...although she hasn't been for a long time now it is the finality of it that gets to me. I am never having another baby! How sad !!! I will just have to borrow Peanut and get baby fixes in the supermarket...I will hereafter be known as "that strange woman who kidnaps babies". </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong>Anika is so excited about her party and seeing her friends. We are planning a less organised party this year and hoping it all just works out. No party games really as it is just too hard to organise with so many kids in the house! She wants a My Little Pony cake so we will see how I manage that one!!! Of course it will be a big pink and frilly day..the complete antithesis of her brother. She is still loving swimming lessons but is getting really lonely and wanting other kids to play with. A couple of weeks ago I started Anika in daycare on Mondays so she has a chance to get out of the house and make some new friends. So far it has been a huge hit! If we could afford it, I'd put her in another day but we are getting no Child Care Benefit so it is just way too much. Every day all I hear is "When can I see my friends? Can I go to see Ty and Jassy?" It feels horrible to have to say no but what can I do? She is too old for the playgroups, Toddler Gym, Rhyme Time at the library and pretty much everything else but too young for Kindy! If anyone has any other ideas I am open to suggestions.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong>I'm working Wednesday nights teaching Builders Registration guys spreadsheets and Thursday mornings teaching young mums Spreadsheets, Budgeting and Work Scheduling. It's going well and although it isn't much, Anika is still not happy with me being gone at all. I am enjoying it but the night classes are so tiring!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong>My break is over so back to work.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong>Hannah</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"></span>Wisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671239149962813729.post-87968966349343483302009-06-29T15:48:00.005+08:002009-06-29T16:07:38.858+08:00What has been happening<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimlprQEWPx6g9oXs6VbSgJ7aTv86JFdtRgf7z83e3k6vP4_CCtJUcetxsM1ysFkpHHrDSm2pFw6RcbcLAKCUQmn3L8y2ajUcMhXc3mMKgcx410XApCY8Ks2ycyNDRr3Iq4pMc4Z_75Sh61/s1600-h/2009_0514coffin0011.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352657725794676674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimlprQEWPx6g9oXs6VbSgJ7aTv86JFdtRgf7z83e3k6vP4_CCtJUcetxsM1ysFkpHHrDSm2pFw6RcbcLAKCUQmn3L8y2ajUcMhXc3mMKgcx410XApCY8Ks2ycyNDRr3Iq4pMc4Z_75Sh61/s320/2009_0514coffin0011.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_wC00mRIEy9GwnDtjZYdU8tx-DAUlQasEQhhlRn8DwWKOasXh5cWNUlFIk8BDkMNth36yLH2wnZeeBNpHH2QMMP3LEBEwZW7ESfLVwoHl6HmRBZk4sW3PFtGZWk2-MFQtt5KKtz9DPjg1/s1600-h/P1010958.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352657296885745042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_wC00mRIEy9GwnDtjZYdU8tx-DAUlQasEQhhlRn8DwWKOasXh5cWNUlFIk8BDkMNth36yLH2wnZeeBNpHH2QMMP3LEBEwZW7ESfLVwoHl6HmRBZk4sW3PFtGZWk2-MFQtt5KKtz9DPjg1/s400/P1010958.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUTBDUAUnVGlRzd6D-bgCcb0z2yULk3lyz6RwPBTfjncEdAvmV4VaEjxqrQ00tS2h4u-PXjL0g-ReWlcEtxur4jK_8V7BHPyb40_l-vNkW999PNHZGZJirML06jj8pHvmC0PKP5d3ylf8x/s1600-h/P1020029.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352656023365683074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUTBDUAUnVGlRzd6D-bgCcb0z2yULk3lyz6RwPBTfjncEdAvmV4VaEjxqrQ00tS2h4u-PXjL0g-ReWlcEtxur4jK_8V7BHPyb40_l-vNkW999PNHZGZJirML06jj8pHvmC0PKP5d3ylf8x/s400/P1020029.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;">Well, so much has happened in the last six weeks yet so little! We have recently been to Perth to hopefully catch up with everyone (not very successful as no-one was at RMH, Megazone was shut and our fave Captain Starlight Lisa was not there either!). We did get to say hi to Dr Felicity our little man's champion consultant, a few of the sweet nurses and Hil at "the desk" and of course beautiful and always lovely Ranita. We also made it to the zoo where the elephants actually came up to the wire to say hi to us! We saw my dad and Peter's too (where we stayed), visited our special friend Alison from RMH in hospital and briefly caught up with Lara, Peter's sweet cousin.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;">Fudge has been in and had "the snip" and tried to get his big hernia fixed - it didn't work - and is missing Josh but also being a big comfort to us. We collected Josh's ashes last week which was almost as hard as his funeral and Fudgey is always good for a cuddle when you feel rotten.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;">Anika of course misses Josh very badly but doesn't get too upset now, she's just lonely, not used to being an only child. We are planning to get her into daycare a day a week soon so she can be around other kids a bit more often. Otherwise she is great, so beautiful and kind and clever.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;">We had a very special visit last week from our PMH friend Immie and her beautiful mum Fee. They stayed with friends on Thursday and Friday night but during the day we had a ball at the pool and playcentre. Anika hasn't stopped talking about Immie ever since although at the time, they were of course grumpy with each other. It is so good to have incredible friends like that who truly understand and care enough to come all the way from Perth to see us. Thank you so much, it was so amazing to see you, outside the hospital for the first time too!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;">The photos are from Joshy's funeral (thanks Abby), you can see the kids having fun, it is exactly what he would have wanted.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;">We are mostly OK. Sometimes the world fails to spin on it's axis, but for the main part we are all getting through each day with all limbs intact.</span></div><div><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#6600cc;">Keep remembering his beautiful heart and capacity to love, it is the glue that holds my pieces together,</span></div><div><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#6600cc;">Hannah</span></div></div></div>Wisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671239149962813729.post-24919555463604541632009-05-27T22:11:00.002+08:002009-05-27T22:26:37.203+08:00After Life<span style="color:#cc0000;">Josh's funeral was...fitting. I can't think of any other way to describe it. Almost all of his special people were there and many people wore green to honour Josh's favourite colour. As you can imagine for those of you could not attend, it was a very emotional day and although in one way it was so teribbly sad, it was sprinkled with the magic that Josh brought to our lives. At the balloon release, there was one green balloon that hovered just above the trees for some time and the sun suddenly came out as we watched it drift out of sight. Aaron was devastated and Anika coped quite well. She and her and Josh's special PMH & RMH friend Ethan went hand in hand to say goodbye to Joshie after the ceremony and touched his hand and said what they needed to. Afterward the wake was so brilliantly done by our friend Cherie and the special Joshie cake she made (mudcake with an elephant on the top and flowers) was a fitting tribute to his love of tea parties, chocolate cake and elephants! The kids all went out and played loudly on the lawns outside the tearooms and it was just how Josh would have liked it, happy and casual.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">We are not doing too badly. Just trying to re-establish a routine without Josh's constant presence. It is much harder than it sounds and it is odd moments when I break down a bit such as seeing a little boy holding his mum's hand and realising I will never feel his sticky warm hand in mine again. Having such great friends certainly eases it a bit by knowing Josh meant so much to many people. All the cards and messages are very much appreciated, even if I lack the strength right now to answer them. Huge thanks to all who have donated to</span> <a href="http://www.everydayhero.com.au/hannah_wisniewski">www.everydayhero.com.au/hannah_wisniewski</a> <span style="color:#cc0000;">it has now boosted the total to over $2,500 which is great. We are hoping to do some more newspaper, radio and TV bits to boost that too.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Before I go, I just have to say a very big thankyou to everyone who travelled from Perth, Bunbury, Busselton and even Geraldton (over 800km away!!!) to attend Josh's celebration. It made it so special seeing some of our hospital and other friends there. I want to give you all a big hug!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Live life with passion,</span><br /><br />HannahWisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671239149962813729.post-22448352696087702009-05-22T12:18:00.003+08:002009-05-22T12:34:29.268+08:00Celebration of Life<span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>A Celebration of Life will be held for Josh at Allambie Park Crematorium Chapel tomorrow morning 23rd May 2009 from 9.15am due to severe weather conditions. We are assembling at the gate and following the cortege to the chapel. For close friends and family, a Wake will be held following the service at The Old Farm, Strawberry Hill Tearooms where we can share happy memories of Josh and any who would like to speak are welcome to.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>We have been keeping busy organising things for Josh's Celebration all week and trying to spend time with Anika in between. We went to the Circus Joseph Ashton with Laura, Laught, Ty, Jassy, Grandma, Joel and Granny on the 2yr anniversary of Josh's diagnosis last Sunday. He loved the circus and would have loved to go.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>We went to Anika's swimming lesson last week and yesterday to keep things as "normal" as possible for her. She misses Josh very badly and now sleeps in his room and tells everyone all about him.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Coping and not too bad at the moment, thanks for all the cards, flowers and messages of support. We appreciate all of them so much.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Hannah</strong></span>Wisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671239149962813729.post-49269998247439827132009-05-16T12:46:00.002+08:002009-05-16T12:53:14.612+08:00Soft Angel Wings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhySPnqfb-5ccMm2XnquY5BQBZlEFR8quY1ikfMS0tVbLmDF4eES4d9yi6r1aalk9VCGvhB9jLrYYYUnZKa9B5Wk1YFGuwndiBiP73rFgM75NwlGX3YceRfyJc7xQ-IwTBAJ3xeJYw_Wcbr/s1600-h/Bday2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336280093521714002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhySPnqfb-5ccMm2XnquY5BQBZlEFR8quY1ikfMS0tVbLmDF4eES4d9yi6r1aalk9VCGvhB9jLrYYYUnZKa9B5Wk1YFGuwndiBiP73rFgM75NwlGX3YceRfyJc7xQ-IwTBAJ3xeJYw_Wcbr/s400/Bday2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">We are saddened to let those of you who don't already know that Josh took his last breath at 3.45pm on 13th May 2009. He was peaceful and had Peter and I holding his hand, Anika giving him a kiss and his Grandma and Granny at his side. His funeral will be on Saturday 23rd May at 9.00am at the ANZAC Peace Park at this stage. Yet to be confirmed.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Thank you to all of you who have been so kind. Special thanks to Fee for her beautiful tribute to Josh which you can read </span><a href="http://www.theholmesgang.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:georgia;">http://www.theholmesgang.blogspot.com/</span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"> here.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">He will be sadly missed but much loved forever.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Hannah</span></div>Wisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671239149962813729.post-4630771118856149312009-05-12T22:21:00.002+08:002009-05-12T22:27:09.280+08:00The past two days<span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Josh has had a very unsettled day today after a very comfortable day yesterday. We had to stop his subcutaneous fluids as the line stopped working and a second attempt failed also. He has had an increase in morphine infusion and had several bolus doses also yet is still not comfortable. His breathing is laboured and very mucousy which he is finding painful though he is also on medication for that. Everyone has been great coming over in the middle of the night and both the mums have been a great help too. Anika is more unsettled and is being a bit disruptive, I think she needs to find there is closure to Josh's pain (as we all do) as it is so hard to fathom how he keeps fighting in spite of terrible pain.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Wish him peace and love.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Hannah</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>PS Congratulations to Fee, Jas, Kody and Immie who have discovered they are having a baby boy! He looks so gorgeous even at 20weeks gestation. Well done, you are so clever!!!</strong></span>Wisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671239149962813729.post-18207608626692874502009-05-10T14:20:00.002+08:002009-05-10T14:30:43.995+08:00Update<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBeKSh41jNDM64k5eWM6LsbmJQv1LNlRXao0mYz113XFlbmIRkH_nygLutkXyz55dwiApeLLdFtB9CkAd7hkMQf9FexJHym8gFwmpx93hBU1IruPfbqK_2S92_Bum33glBotnYTLLLJCmp/s1600-h/Josh+and+Anika+Last.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334077180288204914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBeKSh41jNDM64k5eWM6LsbmJQv1LNlRXao0mYz113XFlbmIRkH_nygLutkXyz55dwiApeLLdFtB9CkAd7hkMQf9FexJHym8gFwmpx93hBU1IruPfbqK_2S92_Bum33glBotnYTLLLJCmp/s400/Josh+and+Anika+Last.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>We have been having Silver Chain/Palliative Care Nurse and Dr visiting 3-4 times a day. Josh now has two subcutaneous lines in (under the skin), one to deliver morphine, anti nausea and calmative and another to give him some fluids as he is no longer able to swallow. Josh no longer wakes but has deeper and lighter spells of awareness. Anika summed it up well when she said "Josh can't open his eyes or move or speak now but he can hear me and he knows I am here holding his hand. We can talk in different ways now; with our hearts not our words." She is coping quite well but of course is a bit scared like the rest of us and also gets teary.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>Josh's Uncle Danny and great grandad came on Friday night and left after lunch today as Josh had been asking for them before he lost consiousness. He gripped my hand tightly when they arrived. His breathing is laboured and mucousy but steady and his pulse is very strong though he has a high fever and is in considerable pain when moved to change his nappy. The doctor is confident his spine has now collapsed and we are keeping him still and holding his hand 24hrs so he is not alone. We talk about happy memories to him and he squeezes our hands every so often. The doctor feels he may yet last another day or two as he is so strong and doesn't give up.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>Thank you to all of you who have emailed and messaged. I will SMS those of you whose numbers I have when Josh passes and will also let you know details of his Celebration of Life.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>All our love and gratitude,</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>Hannah<br /></strong></span></div>Wisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671239149962813729.post-32965280943330083972009-05-08T18:31:00.002+08:002009-05-08T18:35:23.127+08:00Pray for us<span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong><em>Just a short note to let you know how things are for us right now. Josh is no longer eating and is having a bit of trouble with breathing and getting confused. It is expected he will pass away in the next 24 to 48 hrs.</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong><em>Thanks for your ongoing love and support. Continue to send Josh happy thoughts and sweet dreams for a safe journey to heaven.</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong><em>Hannah</em></strong></span>Wisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671239149962813729.post-39458475542637149892009-05-06T16:42:00.004+08:002009-05-06T16:59:12.358+08:00Some photos of Josh's Birthday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhh5eI1II0omxxCgfb8uzZBMxkO37QQpwNuDFZh3LZsx4acR1c4Elh7c9aPheBMRmidVHbSmOlXH9R8CsmHc02k12Fc_4jQLb1sW_D3xQAYnhe7iEVphH3GrzAOCoEA7vs1QCRIJgldEsh/s1600-h/Photo17_14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332632520901328562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhh5eI1II0omxxCgfb8uzZBMxkO37QQpwNuDFZh3LZsx4acR1c4Elh7c9aPheBMRmidVHbSmOlXH9R8CsmHc02k12Fc_4jQLb1sW_D3xQAYnhe7iEVphH3GrzAOCoEA7vs1QCRIJgldEsh/s400/Photo17_14.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIab8dzDqq8oYtEWKb3FCkVWx_DaFSevRF27sh9Y8DukqSyZZnZc82NTd0AvJc34qyl6o0DPt2ES8tAbPvvY34mgJOKxUESJ1FExdZMvNyFd9CCSPfK39QDNIH_8fDVubfILQLv8YBN3Mr/s1600-h/Photo27_24.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332630935551056770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIab8dzDqq8oYtEWKb3FCkVWx_DaFSevRF27sh9Y8DukqSyZZnZc82NTd0AvJc34qyl6o0DPt2ES8tAbPvvY34mgJOKxUESJ1FExdZMvNyFd9CCSPfK39QDNIH_8fDVubfILQLv8YBN3Mr/s400/Photo27_24.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Anika had a nice sleepover at Grandma's last night and a trim at the hair dressers this morning. Anika and I had a good morning at Tumble Jam (play centre) with the mums from "My Time" - a group of parents to kids with disabilities or chronic illnesses) and she spent most of the time fighting with Jas, as they normally do! </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Later we had a visit from Granny who brought lots of yummy stuff for lunch, Tammy to drop off photos and Laura, Laughton, Ty and Jas which was fun if a little hectic. It was especially good to see Laught and Ty as we don't see them as often as the girls and Josh gets a real kick out of seeing them. Ty is amazing with his language and caring attitude to Josh. Josh had a great time yelling at Laughton "Fe fi fo fum, stick your finger up your bum!" and giggling his head off. </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>It looks as though there is a large patch of tumour in Josh's back as a very painful lump came up yesterday morning with blisters which burst. In theory he now has a neuroblastoma skin cancer too. There are new lumps on his neck today to give you an idea of how quickly this disease spreads. They were not there yesterday. The Fentanyl is now up to 275mcgm which is a hefty dose for a little one but he really needs it now. He still sits up occasionally and eats here and there but is having trouble with his emotions and gets a bit confused partially due to his "good ear" being blocked by tumour and also due to the huge dose of painkillers he is on.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>We still get told constantly how much he loves all of us and Joshy's looking forward to seeing his Uncle Danny over the weekend, they have a truly special relationship. Josh is fighting long and hard but now we pray for relief for him from his suffering and happy travels when it is time. He has given everyone so much joy that heaven will be a far more beautiful place when he arrives there.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Love,</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Hannah</strong></span></div></div>Wisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671239149962813729.post-90914660840737999222009-05-04T16:34:00.003+08:002009-05-04T16:46:53.650+08:00Just Being.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI_M2nXDUEORP44mYEV6vqqLSpCwlFPOAxcjaMw8lY4Vrpz7MojCa1EGW-2TkCKfpSPszb-lNGkyOp7YhIkTN8v8yG4uX9Me5UNRKHJFzxQPfJSP9mXo3enHvOv5VKX1riZusAEAgJvb45/s1600-h/100_2275.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331885941504462338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI_M2nXDUEORP44mYEV6vqqLSpCwlFPOAxcjaMw8lY4Vrpz7MojCa1EGW-2TkCKfpSPszb-lNGkyOp7YhIkTN8v8yG4uX9Me5UNRKHJFzxQPfJSP9mXo3enHvOv5VKX1riZusAEAgJvb45/s400/100_2275.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">The lesson we are currently learning from Josh is to be content just to be here and forget about dashing around. Work, bills, appointments - all necessary but not IMPORTANT! Spending time with Josh and being there to give him what he needs is important. Our rent inspection tomorrow seems ridiculous just now but is also nonetheless necessary.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">Could all of you reading please start thinking about your memories of Josh? What I would like to do is rather than sympathy cards is for everyone to write their favourite memory of Josh (even if it is a second hand one retold by someone else) on a piece of paper and to slip it into a box at his celebration, whenever that is. I plan to make them up in a scrapbook when I am ready in the future as something tangible for Anika to hang on to when she is older so she understands the impact Josh has had on the lives of others. As she is so young, most of her memories of Josh seem to be full of hospitals and his suffering so we'd like some happy ones please! If you could start thinking about this and tell others about our wishes for his celebration should they wish to attend (ie. no flowers, donations to</span> <a href="http://www.everydayheroes.com.au/hannah_wisniewski">www.everydayheroes.com.au/hannah_wisniewski</a> <span style="color:#3366ff;">and bright colours) it would be greatly appreciated.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">Right now Josh is tired and a bit down but still with his fighting spirit in tact. He has even attempted to walk a couple of times (without success, but he tried). Keep him in your thoughts and prayers.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">Love,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">Hannah</span></div>Wisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671239149962813729.post-82604775412108099362009-05-02T18:00:00.003+08:002009-05-02T18:06:20.177+08:00Having a laugh!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGf9pCEPCNIS1ZppH9HIywJGJ_vJnP_qdYTloH_ULzZxs3dj97XvJmv8Oldmyp5PyEyGGEKxheRmaYri2WZWJRDvD1Tc9TGXGTebF3J6bZ1gYOnFftPdfI2R3ADQpwGYeWLwpTjaRO4bN6/s1600-h/100_2280.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331165636169957746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGf9pCEPCNIS1ZppH9HIywJGJ_vJnP_qdYTloH_ULzZxs3dj97XvJmv8Oldmyp5PyEyGGEKxheRmaYri2WZWJRDvD1Tc9TGXGTebF3J6bZ1gYOnFftPdfI2R3ADQpwGYeWLwpTjaRO4bN6/s400/100_2280.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Just a photo of Josh today using his lovely bubble blower sent to him by his cousins Molly and George. He had a ball. Peter and I have today been choosing a Funeral Director to care for Josh once his time living is up and thanks to some of our friends who are helping us to make arrangements. We will be in touch with many more of you with ways for you to help and be part of Josh's celebration of life.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Hannah</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>XXXXXXXX</strong></span></div>Wisniewski Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271399184949515955noreply@blogger.com0