Weekly Round-Up: The Mother’s Day Special

girl_with_lassoTime for this week’s round-up of the best of the blogs which I’ve read over the past week. These are the posts that have moved me, taught me something, inspired me, and which I’ve wanted to share with you. Remember, if you have written or read a post recently which you would like me to share with readers, then please leave a comment below.

Today we celebrate Mother’s Day here in Ireland, Mothering Sunday in the UK, and I want to start off this special round-up with sharing some words from the blog me, mine and other bits, in which Fiona calls Mother’s Day “a bittersweet notion.”

We’ve all had a mother, but not all of us still do. Some of you lost your mother many years ago, some since this time last year. Others have recognised the increasing frailty of a parent; a loss of vigour or independance.These Hallmark celebration days become markers. This year, I wasn’t shocked by not needing to buy a card. Progress takes many forms.

Martine Brennan is acknowledging those invisible mothers, the women who have lost their babies and the pain they feel on this day.

Nancy is marking time, remembering her mother five years after her death.

This week we also celebrated International Women’s Day, and Yvonne marked the day with another evocative post on the Irish writer, and “scandalous women”, Edna O’Brien.  I feel the need to quote Kathleen Hoffman’s comment  when writing of Yvonne’s blog: “Every time I read your blog I learn and grow….”

Setting aside the Mother’s Day/International Women’s Day theme, let’s take a look at what else has been happening in the blogosphere this past week.

Eileen is tackling some of the myths surrounding cancers, chiefly, it is caused by something we eat/didn’t eat; think/didn’t think; feel/don’t feel…and on and on.

Catherine has been digging into the past and has unearthed a remarkable ancestor.

In the bittersweet, Adjusting To Life Anew, Jan writes of trying “to focus on the hope of living in this new abode as I manage my symptoms”.

Jackie received a special gift this week.

Debbie is redefining success on her Where We Go Now blog while The Pink Underbelly  knows just how to define success, a lesson she learns while sharing some mother/daughter time and reflecting on what life is truly all about. Life is about creating those precious memories which will live on after we are gone, and this is a theme also echoed in Chris’s Cancer Community blog (do take the time to check out Chris’s blog, a new friend in the blogosphere).

Elaine  continues with her pledge to write a haiku a day.

Beth reviews Dan Silverman and  Idelle Davidson’s book Your Brain After Chemo.

Philippa is seeking out wonders, recounting an inspirational session she attended recently at the Irrawaddy Literary Festival.

In the beautifully titled, Farewell Beautiful Soul, Liza is writing of finding peace after the death of a loved one.

“This one is going to rankle some feathers… “writes Lori by way of introduction to her latest post I am a Cancer Victim. Lori has written on a topic that I have touched on recently and judging by your responses to both our blogs on this issue, it is something that many of you also feel strongly about.  I am becoming increasingly disturbed at the hierarchical and judgmental tone that is taking over what should be an inclusive and supportive online space for all of us. I have had readers write privately to me to say they have stopped commenting for fear of saying the “wrong” thing. This makes me so sad. Surely we walk a tough enough path without having to censor what we say about what we feel for fear of incurring the judgment and censor of others?

This point was brought home to me reading Audrey’s latest blog, in which she practises both passion for a cause she believes in, with understanding that others may have different ways to approach things. It is a delicate balance.

This seems an appropriate juncture to leave you this week with the words of Steve Maraboli, shared this week on The Authentic Me blog

When someone is hurting, dare to help them heal.

When another is lost, dare to help them find the way.

When a friend falls, dare to be the first to extend a hand.

When the day has ended, dare to feel as you’ve done your best.

Dare to be the best you can –

At all times, Dare to be!

Until next week.

Dare to be the best you can!

Yours with love

Marie xxx