Please don’t call me a hero

This is a picture of a picture of me in our then garden when I was about four:

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In case you didn’t know, I hate having my photo taken and I almost never wear make up. A few weeks ago I decided it would be a good idea to volunteer to have my picture taken for the Somerville Foundation’s second Scarred for Life exhibition. This involved having my photo taken and wearing make up…and having my hair cut (a bit) and straightened (which I actually like). I was nervous about the process of having my photo taken, but it wasn’t so bad. I didn’t really feel like ‘normal me’ because my hair looked so different, so I didn’t feel like I wanted to hide like I usually do when face to face with a camera. I did, however, find it more of an emotional experience than I expected. I had some pictures taken holding the photo of myself, and I don’t know whether it was because it was a picture of me as a little girl and that somehow reminded me of holding B, but I felt very protective of my younger self, and quite sad and angry about the things that happened to her. I don’t know which picture has been chosen for the exhibition, but it will be interesting to see how it all turns out.

But this post isn’t really about having my photo taken, although it is related to that event. The Somerville Foundation have been tweeting about the Scarred for Life exhibition, which is obviously fine, but the tweets have contained words like ‘heroes’ and ‘brave’, e.g.:

Perhaps the man in this picture is a hero (I don’t know him), but I’m not, and it makes me really uncomfortable when people use such words to describe people with heart defects, or any other type of long-term health condition/illness/disability. Yes, we have gone through a lot of bad stuff, and yes, a lot of this stuff happened when we were children (which seems to somehow make it worse in other people’s eyes), but most children and probably all adults go through horrible things at some point. True, they may not be such ‘dramatic’ things as open heart surgery and I believe (know) that experiencing trauma and separation from parents/carers as a child does have a long-lasting effect on a person, so I’m not trying to downplay the possible magnitude of having a congenital heart defect (CHD). It’s just that the last thing I am is a hero, and I don’t think I’ve ever been brave in my life.

It’s like there’s an automatic chain of thought that people (I’m generalising) have when it comes to labelling people with CHDs – horrible things have happened to you but you’re still alive therefore you must be a ‘hero’, you must be a ‘fighter’. But I haven’t ‘fought’ to be alive; all I’ve done is survive having a heart defect and the various interventions that have been undertaken to keep me alive and help me stay relatively healthy. If there are any heroes in this story it is those who have invented things, done the surgery, pioneered treatments, been the guinea pigs (not literally), worked and worked, taken risks, experimented on themselves, expended all their time and energy to find ways to keep people like me alive, cared. Nurses, doctors, researchers, scientists, surgeons. People who clean up our blood and vomit day in day out, people who stay up all night to watch us and make sure we don’t fade away. But I expect these people would say they’re just doing their jobs.

I have suffered, and I have survived, but that doesn’t make me a hero or a fighter, it just makes me human.

38, 10, 2

I am now 38. Which is good (I’m still alive) and surprising (I’m nearly 40). Mr C bought me the entire Poirot DVD collection for my birthday, one of the best presents ever.

We’ve been married 10 years! We don’t usually do much for our anniversary, but this year we went to London for the weekend. My mum came to look after B. I surprised Mr C with tickets to see War of the Worlds, which was really good – I say this as someone who isn’t really a fan of it. There were some dodgy moments, but overall I think it was done well.On Sunday we went to the Sherlock Holmes Museum, which I didn’t like very much, mainly because it contained waxworks, which I find disturbing. However, I did like the messages posted in various places around 221B Baker Street by Sherlock/Holmes fans, e.g.:

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After that, we went to look at the Wallace Collection. This was most excellent. I think my favourite pictures were the van de Veldes – very calming.

Later on Sunday, we went for afternoon tea at the Landmark Hotel, which was Mr C’s surprise for me. We ate far too much food! I did take some pictures of the lovely cakes, etc. but I seem to have lost them or not downloaded them. I’ll post them another time, hopefully.

We stayed at St Ermin’s Hotel, which is lovely. They also have a hotel for bees!

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St Ermin’s Hotel foyer

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The Bee Hotel ‘rooms’

B is 2! She still doesn’t really know about birthdays, but I think she had a nice few days of cake and presents even if she didn’t quite know why these things were happening. Here she is a few weeks ago, looking like the cheeky monkey she is:

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Sorry it’s a bit blurry – she’s hard to capture on a camera phone

 

Show time

Last weekend, I had my first experience of one of the most British of things: the village show. One of my friends lives in a small village just outside Canterbury, and she was participating in their autumn village show. All the things you would expect to find at a village show were there –  tasty-looking cakes and biscuits:

Mince pies

flans:

Vegetable flan

floral displays:

Flowers

and of course giant vegetables:

Giant pumpkins
Giant marrows

My friend won several prizes and was runner-up overall. She’s very good at baking, and we were lucky enough to be able to eat the prize-winning goods afterwards. Yum.

PhotoHunt: Framed

I might have overdone the frames for this week’s theme!

The photo is the middle is a door at Canterbury Cathedral. The ones round the outside, starting at the top left and going clockwise are: the Heilandskirche in Sarcow (sorry website is in German), stonework on Rochester Cathedral, underneath that is my kitchen window, to the right of that is a chandelier and mirror in a friend’s wedding reception venue, under that is the door of the Ashmolean Musuem, then a view of the  bottom of the Berlin Television Tower through the window of Alexanderplatz Station. The two smaller photos are pictures of windows in British railway stations. The one on the bottom is at Paddington Station and the one on top of that is at St Pancras. The photo in the bottom left is a side door of Rochester Cathedral – I think there’s a proper name for this door, but I can’t remember what it is!

There are lots of other interpretations of this week’s theme at the PhotoHunt page.

Berlin

We went to Berlin for a wedding at the weekend. It’s a very beautiful city and the wedding was lovely. I’ve been spending a bit too much time messing about with Picasa today.

Summer solstice

I forgot it was the summer solstice yesterday, but I took these photos because the evening light was so nice. It never looks quite as good in photographs (or at least not my photographs), but still.