The Care Factor:

This crazy world of mine…

Let me welcome you into my crazy, loving, hopeful, sometimes absolutely chaotic world! I want to share my story with you because I am learning some very important life lessons along this journey- lessons that I believe a lot of people will resonate with and, hopefully, benefit from.

Life likes to throw lemons at us…wouldn’t you agree? At times the lemons are small, manageable and irritating. Other times they are large, heavy burdens and down-right unbearable, like getting slapped in the face with a caravan. Whatever the size of your lemons, cut those babies up and let’s do some tequila shots!

Before I share my story, let me say this: What you read in this blog is not intended to offend anyone. It is not intended to under- value anyone’s personal situation, whether you relate to my journey or not. This is my story told MY way. I will try to be funny, crazy, entertaining, crude, rude, sad, frustrating and annoying. Thats just me. But if I can help just one person along the way then its worth it…right?

I am in my mid- 30’s (although I feel much older Most of the time) and am raising two gorgeous girls, Layla (my soft, gentle, sensitive 9 year old) and Sofia (red- headed, feisty, personality that matches her hair colour, future management material, 7 year old). With the help of my most loving, helpful and too often surly mother plus the rest of my slightly dysfunctional family, it really is a team effort. I would not have come this far without them. But don’t be mistaken, I am not a single parent. Not in the traditional sense anyway. I have the most handsome, loving, warm, passionate, affectionate, doting and kind husband. The thing is…he’s a quadriplegic and is unable to talk due to a severe Traumatic Brain Injury.

In July of 2016, my darling husband, Paul, was on his motorbike when it collided with a small truck not far from his workplace. He spent over 2 months in a coma then 15 months in a specialised rehabilitation unit for brain injury survivors.

There really is no handbook or set of guidelines on how to handle such a situation. I used to think that nothing could prepare you for such a drastic turn of events. The more time that progressed, the more I realised that God was preparing me my entire life to combat whatever lemons were going to be hurled at me. It only took nearly losing the love of my life to realise it, but hey, better late than never.

Paul survived something so horrific, traumatising and unthinkable. But he gets to be with his family everyday. He gets to watch his girls grow up. He has made new friends and is surrounded by people that love him to no end.

Our life is no picnic though. Paul lives at home with us and is supported by 2 care support workers 24 hours a day. Yes your privacy goes out the window. Yes they do become part of the family. Yes we get some……interesting personalities come through our home. But it means I get to continue being Paul’s wife. I get to continue being Layla and Sofia’s (often neurotic) mother.

Our life has changed drastically and that’s ok. None of us will ever be the same. You don’t go through something like this and come out the same again. But there is a divine message in these kinds of situations for all of us. If you look hard enough, you will find it.

Vicki xxxx

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