A blog from the airplane on my way home….

It’s been an excessive six days and five nights. Excessive in so many ways. Indulging in foods I don’t ordinarily eat, far too much alcohol, lots of late nights, an excess of laughter, fun, dancing, making new friends, and an abundance of love and positive emotions.
Ibiza is hedonistic and not the sort of place you would think someone like me would go whilst trying to stay well and healthy. But it is one of my rituals now. Six years ago we decided to go to the Es Vive hotel and now they are like family. Pete and I love the staff there, many of which are such good friends. We seem to make such lifelong friends there and this year we went to surprise some of those friends on their honeymoon.
I always leave feeling like I am ready to come home. This year is no different but I do always feel so sad about leaving. A year is a long time to wait for our next visit and I am not sure my body could handle two visits in one year! This time though I felt really emotional (probably spurred on by my tearful friends) It was a feeling of will I ever see them again?
Maybe I am over tired (quite likely) and had too much alcohol (highly likely) but I did feel incredibly choked. We all did. Boys and all…. Maybe we are all just getting soft in our old age. Or maybe the Irish are just more sensitive than us English folk..but whatever it was my eyes are still damp from tears.
Saying goodbye gets harder. Also the reality that the bubble I have just lived in for the last six days is about to burst and I remember there is a job to do; a full time job with many hours over time involving me, Pete and just about everyone who knows me. I have to focus, plan and have the end goal in sight. It requires a steely determination and a mind that will never stop till the job is done.
But whilst I sit here on this plane I smile at how much fun I have just had. I have laughed till my sides hurt and my cheeks ached. I danced to my favourite tunes in the sun surrounded with the most loving, happy people. That’s something that will keep me going for months, years even. I will never forget how contented I have felt and carefree.
CanSer never leaves my thoughts but it was only in the corner of my mind. It’s time to make my body clean, fight with all my might and be strong and healthy as everyone says I look.

Meeting old friends and making new ones…..

I’m sat here in sunny Ibiza. It hasn’t been for a few days but thankfully now it is. It’s weird how the weather changes everything.

For the first few days we met some amazing people whilst basking in the sun. Our life stories unfolding. I find it incredible that such strong bonds and friendships can happen in such a short space of time.

But from experience and previous visits here, the friendships we make are life long ones. Every time I come here I go home richer, blessed and so grateful. You wouldn’t think that of such a place where it’s thought to be chaotic and hedonistic.

We have had the pleasure of meeting our good friends who we only met a year ago. They are also incredible people having adopted a blind/deaf child from an orphanage in Russia. I feel humbled and amazed at their strength and unity and above all love.  To be honest it’s been an honour to have their company. And their daughter Marsha has been through so much but seems so switched on and astute and has a hunger for living. Marsha gave me a gorgeous gift including a little glass angel and handmade pot with candle. These have pride of place on my meditation station.

My feelings on arriving in Ibiza were those of nervousness and fear. I wasn’t sure what to expect but I’ve realised that all fear is created by me. I put too much pressure on myself. No one expects anything of me but I do of myself. I don’t want to let myself down by drinking too much and not getting enough sleep for example. I have actually done both of those things and I feel fine about it. Pete says it about balance. Wait till I get home and everything is back to normal. I do worry that I will be ‘punished’. Silly really. I make my own choices and I’m to blame if the outcome isn’t what I want. It’s hard feeling well but knowing you have an illness.

We did toy with this being our last visit to Ibiza for at least a few years but now being here in company of friends, because that’s what the staff here have become, I find it hard to not come back again. The reason for making this decision was that we have so many other places to explore but the magnetic pull of this place is immense. My only wish was that I had will power to stick to water and have early nights!

All aboard the chill out train- choo choo!

Throughout my life with canSer I have been so incredibly fortunate to be rich in abundance of love, kindness and generosity from everyone.

Since we have been married we have made an annual trip to Ibiza where we have met many wonderful people who are now such good friends for life. We always stay at a supercool hotel called the Es Vive.Www.hotelesvive.com.

Not only is it the hippest hotel to stay in (room 108 is an awesome suite) but the staff are so attentive and bend over backwards to cater for my every need including my very (difficult) unique dietary requirements, collect us from the airport, flowers and heart in our room and so much more!

This year we thought we couldn’t make our trip due to the ‘bombshell’ in July but our friends (hotel owner and manager) invited us to stay before the end of the season.

So we arrived yesterday.. We are being treated like royalty and we honestly cannot thank everyone at the Es Vive hotel for making us so happy.

So you read that right we are in Ibiza!  We made a snap decision to live.. A lot! Now we are sat by the pool, chilling and listening to tuuunnnnes! All aboard the chill out train- choo choo!

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