"Thank You Hashem for a cup of waater." We didn't know how serious this was We got it wrong. Fast forward 3 1/2 years later. My precious new bundle in the doona, my legs briskly made their way to ward 10. Ward 10. Time stood still and I buzzed the intercom Audacious though I was tricking myself Hello? "Hi this is Gitty's mum" "Cum-on-in" Oops. This was the PICU - I guess I sounded so noncholantly real that it caught them for a moment Second door, I buzzed the intercom again,

So at the end of my daughter's life, she was in the last year of high school. One year before that, she was 14 years old and she caught the flu. Like my son and so many other teenagers did, that year. She was up and night, more sick than we realised and we were talking. One thing I said, was like this "Gitty, you are fully valued and special for who you are. You don't need talents to shine or a super high IQ to begin to be considered. You are you and that's enough reason for

To find true joy and fulfilment, taking great care of yourself is not quite enough. There is a missing ingredient that is often being overlooked. It's more than an ingredient; it's a core piece. The joy and sense of life I hear when I talk to a woman who is touching on this missing piece, cannot be matched by self care. See; self care definitely protects and incubates staying conscious with our true-self. It keeps us aligned to who we are. It's nourishing. Valuable? All the w