Well here I am again. I’m sorry its been so long. I thought I’d give you an update on where I’m at since its been six months since I’ve posted a blog with words. If you want to know about my medical details you can go to www.samfroggatt.blogspot.com If you dont already know, this is where hospital visits have been recorded since day I was diagnosed.

So I’ve finished my first year back at uni. I’ve overcome my shaky hands, (as I was talking about last march). I did really well considering I was still so sick. I changed my single education degree to a double degree in education and linguistics. Call me crazy. So now I am preparing to enrol for another three years of university. It will be worth it in the end.

I have continued making little soft toys… I posted one of them a while ago, one that I made while in hospital, Graham and Alice in Wonderful. Go back and have a look. This has been my way of enjoying the time I spend at home on my own. These toys have led me to creating a business called “x the boys” said as “kiss the boys” but i thought the “x” for kiss was a cute symbol. Anyway I have made lots of sales for adults and babies as well as teens and early 20′s. Please have a look at my website. Each design is made to order. You can choose colours and styles. How fun! Here are some photos of some I have sold and made that are still available! Click on the to go to the website.

super peter panda

olivia owl

linen owl

grace the garden bunny

ted tooth holder

In November I began casual work again. At first it was so painful on my back because I was standing up on hard ground. It put pressure on my lower back where the muscles and tissues are so tight because of my previous lumbar punctures and bone marrow biopsies. I almost decided not to go through with it but something told me to try again. So I took 2 weeks off to let my back recover and I went back. It was really cool because I worked with some really fun people the next few times which changed my outlook of everything. I knew if I kept showing up (keeping boundaries with my health) I would eventually get the hang of it. Since I am just a christmas casual, I might not be able to work here at the end of the month. I’m praying they keep me!

Last summer I had to stay inside all day every day as the heat used to give me fevers with shakes and sweats, this year i have been out on hot days on the beach, staying under the shade of an umbrella. But I do now react to the heat anymore. Today I go to the hospital again for my month intragam infusion that is three hours long. This week I have come off 10 prednisone to 5 prednisone and on the 17th I drop my immuno-suppressants from 50 to 40. This is a huge thing since I’ve been on them for 14 months. Next week I go for all my immunisations/baby needles again since I have a whole new body, its like I’m being born again.

You’re prayers are still important to me. There’s still a long way to go. But I see the end in sight.

thank you to all who are still reading my blog. i know i haven’t posted in so long but this is a good thing. i am becoming busier with uni, exercise and having fun so i am finding i have less time to do this. i am currently working with my psychologist to get back on track with life. don’t give up on me. i will beginning writing again very soon once i have gotten my head around this huge thing i’ve just been through.

please continue to pray for my health. i am on my last week of prednisone from tomorrow. that’s if all goes well. i have extreme mouth ulcers which will only get worse during the week. pray for my tiredness. i keep waking in the night every night.

so don’t give up, come back and check when you can.

lots of love x.

I have a lump in my throat when I go to bed each night, anxious for sleep and fear for what the next day holds.

I have a lump in my throat on the days that I meet a new surgeon, I have to again retell my story and repeat my list of drugs. I am always reminded of my painful journey.

I have a lump in my throat when I sit on my bed and look around, trying to find something that will fill my life with a kind of purpose.

I have a lump in my throat when my favorite tv series finishes. What do I do with my time?

I have a lump in my throat when I hear about what others have been through while I have been gone. Why couldn’t I be around to help them?

I have a lump in my throat when I see my old friends well, established and moving on.

I have a lump in my throat when school holidays end and there is no one around.

I have a lump when I think of the future. Is my sentence of infertility for real?

I get a lump in my throat and I feel all hope is lost.

A lump when I have endless days to do whatever I like.

I get a lump in my throat when people tell me its going to be okay because I know its true. It’s just too hard to try and persevere.

I am learning not to try and control my thoughts but to stop letting them control me.

My words are true, but I am still dreaming. It has been a year this week since my last dose of chemotherapy. This time last year I was completely wiped out with no memory of three days. Its insane to think about what has happened during this time. God is teaching me daily how to take care of myself and look after my mind. Physically my health is improving but emotionally, things are challenging. Today I am going to visit a clinical psychologist. Pray for my safety and pray that my thoughts don’t control me.

My hair started growing back in January, once the “100 days of bone marrow transplant recovery” period was over. It started out as fluff. Blonde baby hair. It was patchy, thin and thick in different areas and bald on the crown where I sleep. As soon as it grew I wanted to book as appointment for colour.

While my head was bare, the wig itched it. I had to pull down strands to cover the bald spots where the “wispy bits” should sit. Like behind your ears and down your neck line. I was convinced it didn’t look real. I think its funny that on wednesday at uni I walked into my tutorial and the girls rant “nice hair cut sam.” Little do they know. Mwah ha. I only tell some people at uni about my condition. If I think we’ll be friends longer than just a semester, I let them in.

For a whole year, I have scrubbed my head with soap. Never used conditioner, a hair dryer, straightener or product. I have instead placed a jewish style cap on my delicately skinned head and pulled my wigs on from front to back, side to side and twist til its perfect. As my hair has grown underneath, grant has always said “you look beautiful without your wig,” “are you going ‘wig-free’ tonight?” I would whip off my wig to close friends to see what they think. They would always rave. “It’s getting there! Its getting there!”

I have always been a long hair girl. When I was in kindergarten I got my hair cut into a bob. I cried and I cried when I looked in the mirror. Since then I havent gone back. Well until now, but it’s not like I had a choice. It takes courage to accept changes, to accept who you’ve become. Sometimes I  want to hide what I’ve been through just because it makes life so much easier. Now, wearing my new, grown hair out, it brings out more conversation. I have an opportunity to talk to more people than I would if was still wearing my wig. If people mention “Wow you have short hair.” I can choose to explain why.

Anyway, I need some of your support. Because I am new to this. Is there particular clothes that look better with short hair? I’m not quite sure how to pull this off. But I am open to your opinions. I got some inspiration from these pictures.

well eventually…

So now I get to book ahead with my friend who owns her own salon in her home. She is fantastic at what she does. 6 more weeks, my hair will double and I will need another cut.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting
Or being lied about don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give away to hating,
And yet don’t look too good nor talk too wise.

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master,
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposers just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up again with worn out tools

If you can make one heap if all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold one when there is nothing in you
Except the will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you
If all men count with you but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds worth of distance run,
Yours is the earth and everything that’s in it
And – which is more – you’ll be a man, my son!

Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane

Angus and Julia Stone

I find myself daily battling with grief. Godly grief and worldly grief, as Paul writes in Corinthians. They are two different things.

For godly grief produces a repentance that leads to salvation without regret, whereas worldly grief produces death.”

2 Corinthians 7:10

Every morning I seek out my God. Who are you to me today? Where are you? Sometimes he’s right there. Sometimes he seems distant. My brain churns throughout the day. Going over the things that have happened. I grieve. Why can’t I be normal again? I cry about my appearance, my hair. Even though I am constantly reminded that I am pretty, it feels like I have lost everything. It seems as though every one else has moved on. Every one has finished their uni degrees. Everyone are running flourishing connect groups. Everyone else is saving the world. Everyone has the energy to run on a treadmill and attend gym classes. I get so caught up in what everyone else gets. I am alone.

I stop myself. Who am I to be dreaming these things. God’s word in me seems to be strong enough to stop these thoughts. These thoughts leading to death and destruction. I tell myself I am alive. I am recovering. Even when results are not so good, when I have to start more drugs to cure a problem, when I am too tired to attend social events. I tell myself I am not alone. Everything is not lost. I have my Father. I know what I need in these times and that is people to call on. It’s okay to need help. I knew I needed encouragement. I was broken and angry at God. I think its okay if you realise it and seek help to change your attitude.

If we go to God with our grief it brings joy rather than darkness. We take a step forwards rather than mull around in the same position freaking out. Paul’s letter reminds me to take each day as it comes. Look to Jesus. Cast our cares upon Him.

Build me a home inside your scars.

Build me a home inside your song.

Build me a home inside your open arms.

The only place I ever will belong.

Jon Foreman

The future is ours. Let us let go of what really doesn’t matter. Let us embrace each day. Smile when we can. I am still learning too.