May the day be celebrated in the most fabulous way possible, mon amie!!!!
Wednesday, November 04, 2020
Monday, November 02, 2020
Every Vote Counts: A Celebration of Democracy
Included performances by:
Shawn Mendes: Wonder
Offset: Lick
Dan + Shay: When I pray for you
Black Eyed Peas & Maluma: Feel the beat
Alicia Keys & Brandi Carlile: Beautiful noice
Appearances by:
Coldplay
@Norah_Yarah_Rosa
Leonardo DiCaprio
Kelly Clarkson
Amy Schumer
Chris Rock
Lin-Manuel Miranda
Chris Martin
Lizzo
Cobie Smulders-moved from Canada 2004
Tan France - moved from the UK 2008
Natalie Portman
The Latinx Vote
- Jose Antonio Hernandez
- Maria Hino (author, hostNPR 'LatinoUSA')
- Hector Sanchez Flores 'Executicve Director, National Compadres Network'
- Jennifer Lopez
- Eva Longoria
- Ana Flores 'founder, We All Grow Latina'
- Wilmer Valderrama
- Salma Hayek Pinault
Friday, October 30, 2020
Happy Halloween!!!
I recognize that even though Halloween is tomorrow, I wanted to wish it earlier as today already feels like a celebration of Halloween! (Okay, not really but let's just go with a reason to celebrate!!!)
And THAT reason is because I had a TWO HOUR phone conversation with my bestie, S this arvo!!! Goodness, it's been wayyyyy too long since we last caught up...actually the last time was right after my birthday (ahaha, I'm totally laughing my arse off because I FINALLY know how to use the Starbucks gift card that you'd gifted me! Obvio more of a Timmies girl!) where we ALSO spoke for two hours...I suppose we make do with the long duration in between actual conversations...besides the constant random whatsapp convo spurts that we regularly take part in!
The best (and MOST IMPORTANT) update is regarding her father, yay!!! Such wonderful news that things are ALL good since his heart surgery two weeks ago!!!! ALWAYS sending ALL MY BEST LOVE to the fam!!!
Soooooo....the CELEBRATION has BEGUN!!! *woot woot*!!!!!
Wednesday, October 28, 2020
Hi.
I had no idea when I would be ready to write this. Part of me thought it would be early on, when I was still really feeling the pain of what happened. I thought I would sit in the corner of my bedroom with the lights dimmed, just rolling off my thoughts. I’d have a glass of red wine, cozy up with a blanket, and finally get the chance to address “what happened”.
Instead, I’m writing from the downstairs couch, still cozied up in a blanket but buzzing from a morning of friends and fried chicken. I’m reading off countless notes from my phone — thoughts that have randomly popped up in the weeks since. I didn’t really know how I would start this, no matter the room or state I was in, but it feels right to begin with a thank you. For weeks, our floors have been covered in flowers of kindness. Notes have flooded in and have each been read with our own teary eyes. Social media messages from strangers have consumed my days, most starting with, “you probably won’t read this, but…”. I can assure you, I did.
But I will tell you, some of the best letters started with, “You don’t have to respond to this, but…”. After we first lost Jack, I found myself incredibly worried that I wasn’t able to thank everyone for their extreme kindness. Many shared incredible personal experiences, some shared books and poems. I wanted to thank everyone, share our story with each individual person. But I knew I was in no state to. For me, the “no need to respond” note was such a true relief. I thank you for each and every one of those.
One of the standout moments from that morning (or evening? I have no idea) was me going through the halls of labor and delivery, and John saying “What, is there a fucking party going on here??” Here we were, just wheeled down to a new floor, me covered in a thin blanket to hide, knowing I was about to fully deliver what was supposed to be the 5th member of our beautiful family, a son, only to say goodbye moments later. People cheered and laughed right outside our door, understandably for a new life born and celebrated. You kind of wonder how anyone is thinking about anyone but you.
At this point I had already come to terms with what would happen: I would have an epidural and be induced to deliver our 20 week old, a boy that would have never survived in my belly (please excuse these simple terms). I was previously on bedrest for over a month, just trying to get the little dude to 28 weeks, a “safer” zone for the fetus. My doctors diagnosed me with partial placenta abruption. I had always had placenta problems. I had to deliver Miles a month early because his stomach wasn’t getting enough food from my placenta. But this was my first abruption. We monitored it very closely, hoping for things to heal and stop. In bed, I bled and bled, lightly but all day, changing my own diapers every couple of hours when the blood got uncomfortable to lay in. I actually became an adult diaper expert for my own personal entertainment, truly appreciating the brands that went out of their way to not make me feel like an actual shitting baby. Some were blush colored, with drawn delicate flowers. I got to the point where I was actually like, “hell yeah, throw me the pink ones!” — something I never thought I’d be excited for. But there we were.
I could have spent these days at the hospital, but not much of a difference would have been made. I was still seen by doctors at home, silently twisting their negative words into positives, thinking that everything might still turn out okay. Finally, I had a pretty bad night in bed, after a not-so-great ultrasound, where I was bleeding a bit more than even my abnormal amount. My bleeding was getting heavier and heavier. The fluid around Jack had become very low — he was barely able to float around. At some points, I swore it was so low I could lay on my back and feel his arms and legs from outside my belly.
After a couple nights at the hospital, my doctor told me exactly what I knew was coming — it was time to say goodbye. He just wouldn’t survive this, and if it went on any longer, I might not either. We had tried bags and bags of blood transfusions, every single one going right through me like we hadn’t done anything at all. Late one night, I was told it would be time to let go in the morning. I cried a little at first, then went into full blown convulsions of snot and tears, my breath not able to catch up with my own incredibly deep sadness. Even as I write this now, I can feel the pain all over again. Oxygen was placed over my nose and mouth, and that was the first picture you saw. Utter and complete sadness.
I had asked my mom and John to take pictures, no matter how uncomfortable it was. I explained to a very hesitant John that I needed them, and that I did NOT want to have to ever ask. That he just had to do it. He hated it. I could tell. It didn’t make sense to him at the time. But I knew I needed to know of this moment forever, the same way I needed to remember us kissing at the end of the aisle, the same way I needed to remember our tears of joy after Luna and Miles. And I absolutely knew I needed to share this story.
I cannot express how little I care that you hate the photos. How little I care that it’s something you wouldn’t have done. I lived it, I chose to do it, and more than anything, these photos aren’t for anyone but the people who have lived this or are curious enough to wonder what something like this is like. These photos are only for the people who need them. The thoughts of others do not matter to me.
After hours, I was able to relax, and decided I wanted to wait until I really, really knew it was over. I stupidly compared it to dogs I had “put down” in the past — how I never wanted to let go until we absolutely knew it was time, that they were suffering far too much. I texted this to my doctor and she said “absolutely.”.
Later that night, I went to the bathroom, looked down into the toilet (I had been doing this for months) and broke down again. The sheer amount of blood and clots showed me exactly what I had been waiting for. It was time.
I’m not sure I’ll ever forget the experience. I had always laughed about how much I loved epidurals…not so much this one. I laid there for hours, waiting to be told it was time to push. I obviously never had to dilate much, he was still a tiny little guy. I had been laying on my side, switching sides every hour or so, whenever the nurse told me to. I remember laying on my right side, looking opposite of John, when I was told to make my switch. I opened my legs and started to turn to face John and just like that, he was on his way out. The doctors yelled for a bit and…I don’t know what to say, even now. He was out. My mom, John and I each held him and said our own private goodbyes, mom sobbing through Thai prayer. I asked the nurses to show me his hands and feet and I kissed them over and over and over again. I have no idea when I stopped. It could have been 10 minutes or an hour.
I dunno how long he had been waiting to be delivered for. That will probably always haunt me. Just writing it makes my nose and eyes tingle with tears. All I know now is his ashes are in a small box, waiting to be put into the soil of a tree in our new home, the one we got with his room in mind.
People say an experience like this creates a hole in your heart. A hole was certainly made, but it was filled with the love of something I loved so much. It doesn’t feel empty, this space. It feels full.
Maybe *too* bursting full, actually. I find myself randomly crying, thinking about how happy I am to have two insanely wonderful little toddlers who fill this house with love. I smother them with love while they “Moooooooom!!!!!” me. I don’t care.
I also cry when I get mad at myself for being too happy. Sometimes I read things that make me gut laugh, or see an instagram post worthy of a like (yes, I’m gone but I’ve still been creeping!). And, I always forget I’m not pregnant anymore. I hold my belly when I walk around. I have a moment of freak out when the kids jump on my non-existent bump. The clarity after these moments always make me sad.
I feel bad our grief was so public because I made the joy so public. I was excited to share our news with the world. Stories leading up to this had been chronicled for all. It’s hard to look at them now. I was so positive it would be okay. I feel bad that I made you all feel bad. I always will.
But the moments of kindness have been nothing short of beautiful. I went to a store where the checkout lady quietly added flowers to my cart. Sometimes people will approach me with a note. The worst part is knowing there are so many women that won’t get these quiet moments of joy from strangers. I beg you to please share your stories and to please be kind to those pouring their hearts out. Be kind in general, as some won’t pour them out at all.
These strangers always tell me that life will move on, just differently. They tell me to not let anyone tell me this was “God’s plan”, or that we will “have another soon”. Thanks to you, I will block this out forever.
I worry that people feel uncomfortable sharing their joy with me. I’m currently surrounded by the pregnant bellies of many close friends, and I can swear to you, nothing makes me more happy. I know your joy and I love you.
I wrote this because I knew for me I needed to say something before I could move on from this and return back to life, so I truly thank you for allowing me to do so. Jack will always be loved, explained to our kids as existing in the wind and trees and the butterflies they see. Thank you so much to every single person who has had us in their thoughts or gone as far as to send us your love and stories. We are so incredibly lucky.
With so, so, so much love,
Chrissy
Hi Chrissy,
My condolences to you, John and the rest of your family for the loss of Jack. The optimist that I am, I was totally rooting for Jack (he’s a fighter!).
Even as you are still recovering from all of this, I want you to know that I went out of my way to read the note you had gone out of your way to write for anyone who has wants to know.
As gruesome as it may seem to you, I have always been interested in these things…I studied ‘biological anthropology’ in university (due to the fact that I had KNOWN I would never go into medicine) and just reading your heartfelt note am very thankful that you’ve invited me into your world (pain and all).
Unfortunately, I will NEVER be able to experience pregnancy due to cancer two years ago. THANK YOU for sharing, Chrissy. Because even though I cannot go through any of THE experiences (good or bad…as a side note-I agree…No, I don’t think you will ever forget the experience with Jack and you’re right…this isn’t a hole, it’s LOVE and FULL), it doesn’t mean that ever being a parent at all is off the table as the possibilities are endless in this world with so many unwanted children.
I DON’T HATE your photos as you exhibit the anthropologist similar to myself by feeling the need to document EVERYTHING.
As you say, ‘I cannot express how little I care that you hate the photos. How little I care that it’s something you wouldn’t have done. I lived it, I chose to do it, and more than anything, these photos aren’t for anyone but the people who have lived this or are curious enough to wonder what something like this is like. These photos are only for the people who need them. The thoughts of others do not matter to me’, I don’t hate the photos. I AM one of the curious who wonder what something that you’ve gone through is like. Please don’t hate me through judgment. Thank you, John and your family again for being open enough to let me imagine the experience of being a mother.
One last thing, of course you’ll move on but you’re not returning back to life….this IS life. Of COURSE you’re allowed to live life (as do I, and trust me when I tell you it’s not at all necessary for me to share more than a snippet of my own dramatic life…but that’s a novel for another time and date).
Sending the love back to you and the fam,
Thursday, October 15, 2020
My dad used to always say ‘take the high road , there’s no traffic’...
This is why I was never good at playing sports...Life's thrown me ANOTHER curveball.
And the main takeaway is that I should NEVER have let my guard down...AGAIN!!!
Ok, now it's time to pick myself up, dust off the dirt and get back in the game.
It's ALL about the stiff upper lip and taking the high road!
Thursday, October 08, 2020
And the star of the Vice-Presidential Debate show would be...
otherwise less dramatic debate last night.
Monday, October 05, 2020
Friday, October 02, 2020
She brought along a mask (thanks for the gift, bella!!!) that her coworker had made in a fundraising project. So I've now another face accessory especially for our walk on Sunday (wrap up day)!
Sunday, September 27, 2020
Tuesday, September 22, 2020
Disclaimer...The distance achieved is the overall amount that's been accumulated since the beginning of September (not just from today...😉)
Went out for an after work walk (working towards the CIBC Run/Walk for the Cure) with Fayewood around my neighbourhood park and stopped off for some bbtea (minus the bubbles) along the way! |
Although caught 15 mins of Ayesha Curry's Instagram chat with Michelle Obama as I was waiting...😍 |
Monday, September 21, 2020
72nd Emmy Awards
Jimmy Kimmel hosted the show with D-Nice last night!
Outstanding Lead Actress in a Comedy Series - Catherine O'Hara, Schitt's CreekRegis Philbin, HostNaya Rivera, ActorAdam Schlesinger, SongwriterCarroll Spinney, ActorHerb Granath, ExecutiveDorothy D.C. Fontana, WriterJames Lipton, HostJim Lehrer, BroadcasterShirley Knight, ActorRobert Conrad, ActorSilvio Horta, WriterRobert Forster, ActorThomas L. Miller, ProducerLee Mendelson, ProducerRick Ludwin, ExecutiveFred Willard, ActorJas Waters, WriterBrian Dennehy, ActorLeonard Goldberg, ProducerDavid Bellisario, ProducerRene Auberjonois, ActorRip Taylor, ActorMary Rose, Costume DesignerKen Osmond, ActorHugh Downs, BroadcasterLynn Shelton, DirectorWilford Brimley, ActorJerry Stiller, ActorIan Holm, ActorKellye Nakahara, ActorGener Reynolds, DirectorBuck Henry, WriterLyle Waggoner, ActorBill Macy, ActorJohn Witherspoon, ActorPhyllis George, SportscasterNanci Ryder, PublicistDiana Rigg, ActorGil Schwartz, ExecutiveDiahann Carroll, ActorSumner Redstone, ExecutiveMax Von Sydow, ActorFred Silverman, ExecutiveCarl Reiner, ActorJa'net Dubois, ActorKirk Douglas, ActorChadwick Boseman, Actor
Oprah presented Tyler Perry with the Governors Award
Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series - Zendaya, Euphoria
My favourite drop-in was The Marvellous Mrs. Maisel's (& Gilmore Girls!!!) Amy Sherman Pallandino and Daniel Pallandino making an appearance!!!
Friday, September 18, 2020
Good times and remembering the LEGEND...”The Notorious R.B.G.”
Ridgemont High was officially back in session streaming Sept 17 on FB. Cast includes Jennifer Aniston, Dane Cook, Morgan Freeman, Henry Golding, Jimmy Kimmel, Shia LaBeouf, John Legend, Ray Liotta, Matthew McConaughey, Sean Penn, Brad Pitt and Julia Roberts.
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Don't we ALL wish they get back together?!?!?! 😈
As Alison Holker worded so succinctly, RIP 87 year old Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg
"Rest In Peace And Power. Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, the demure firebrand who in her 80s became a legal, cultural, and feminist icon has died from complications from cancer. Just days before her death, as her strength waned, Ginsburg dictated this statement to her granddaughter Clara Spera: 'My most fervent wish is that i I will not be replaced until a new president is installed.' Architect of the legal fight for women's rights in the 1970s, Ginsburg subsequently served 27 years on the nation's highest court, becoming its most prominent member. Her death will inevitably set in motion what promises to be a nasty and tumultuous political battle over who will succeed her, and it thrusts the Supreme Court vacancy into the spotlight of the presidential campaign." --Zoe Saldana
"#rbg #RuthBaderGinsburg Rest with the best! But we must fight as she fought till the bitter end no matter what we cannot and must not succumb to cynicism!!!" --John Leguizamo
"We lost a hero today. We must carry her memory and purpose. Justice for all." --Bill Nye
Tuesday, September 15, 2020
I joined Fayewood in signing up for the CIBC Run for the Cure that taking place on Sunday October 4th. Similar to the Mon Sheong Fun Run & Walk, participants fill in their own time and fundraise on their own. I've included my fundraising information (https://support.cancer.ca/site/TR/RunfortheCure/RFTC_NW_odd_?px=13524152&pg=personal&fr_id=27307) and the extra steps I put in after meeting up with Faye for an outdoor socially distant evening walk this evening.
Sunday, September 13, 2020
Afterwards in the evening, caught up with my Abbeyite girlfriend's for a zoom catch up! I love that we can all still make this work even though the group of us are split between two continents! Mind you, distance makes the heart super fond of each other. 😉
Friday, September 11, 2020
Wow, this week's gone by like a blur!!!
Last Friday, had a wonderful and much needed 2 hour WhatsApp convo with bestie, Shelley! The only downside was that the chat went by sooooooo fast....WHHHHHHHAAAT?!?!?!?!!!
The rest of the weekend was successfully occupied with television watching:
- The Nick Cordero Memorial Tribute - 'Live Your Life' - Nick Cordero by Lenii
- The Blind Side with Sandra Bullock
- The Intern with Anne Hathaway and Robert DeNiro
- Biography the 9 Lives of Ozzy Osbourne
- A&E Biography: I want my MTV - where the special documentary charted the rise of the cultural phenomenom that define's my generation. What started as playful music video lineups (that in full disclosure, I watched while running on my treadmill!), evolved to reflect the North American youth culture (pointedly the American youth culture). It's craycray how MTV pushed the boundaries of art, sex, gender and race while cementing its celebrity image and at the forefront exploring new technologies! Definitely a throwback with the revision of DJ's and MTV in general!!!
Thursday, September 03, 2020
Name day drama
After having health drama arising beginning Sunday arvo that had been continuously on and off the following two days afterward, I made the executive decision to check into the emerg department to find out the cause as a present to myself...apparently I must be weary of sticky gallstones in the gallbladder...yay?
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