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'your husband has a brain tumour. He probably...
Created By: Anne Spencer
'your husband has a brain tumour. He probably has 18 months to live...at the most' said the nuero surgeon. Alone in a world I wanted to scream and run away from. There is no-one to hear me scream and nowhere to run to. Trying to sleep fills my head with scary monsters of the days to come. A young widow? A mother of two very young daughters. I knit. The yarn sliding through my fingers with no direction or shape. My fears and hopes are weaved into tangible messes, each allowing my breathing to become easier. I wake with the needles in my hands.
A neuro surgical miracle allows my husband to live. I knit thank you gifts for all who have helped, supported, operated and listened. My love and relief is obvious in every stitch. Colours that say 'thank you' and scream our victory from the roof tops.
My youngest daughter is diagnosed as autistic. Communication through words is difficult. She can't always understand 'I love you', doesn't always want a cuddle. Her hand to eye co-ordination makes showing her how to knit an easy pleasure. We sit. We knit. We communicate. Our specialness that we share is there for all to see. Quietly enjoyed, the scarf with holes eventually become jumpers and wraps for her friends. The love she has for them and the gratitude she feels at being able to show the world she's special and talented is woven into the colours of her yarn.
Alone due to years of caring for my family first and myself last, my friendships have waned.
I pick up my needles and yarn and head for our local knitting club. I sit and knit and learn to be me again. The friendships I make and the souls that are saved from lonelyness by the club are there for all to see...in OUR knitting.
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