I love you Dad

I Love You Dad
I Love You Dad (Photo credit: chedder)

Father’s Day has come and gone, but I could not spend it with you as I was trying to get to the top of Mount Snowdon (which I did you will be glad to hear)! It meant the world to me when I called you to wish you and you told me with an emotional voice that you were proud of me and that it was your best Father’s Day gift as I had done it for charity and in memory of somebody that I had never even met.

These qualities and of generosity and giving with an open heart I learnt from you. There is so much that you have taught me that I cannot even begin to give justice to in this post, but I would like to try…

I love you for always being there for me

You are my father, my hero, my mentor, my friend and my guru

You are the rock that we all cling to when the waters are rough

You have an uncanny way of making everything seem better on the outside even though you might be hiding the fear and the pain on the  inside

You have a wicked sense of humour and are always the life and soul of the party

It makes me so proud to see how you interact with such charm and ease with little ones to the elderly

You have a natural knack of public speaking and can bring a whole room to tears or have them shaking with laughter just with your unique way and your words

You have an amazing memory and a vast knowledge of the world that leaves me speechless

I love you for all the sacrifices that you have made for us in order to give us a better life

Being a doctor was definitely your calling in life – for you have a sweet and caring side that makes people feel better just by talking to you

I cannot even begin to remember how many lives you have saved, including mine – which I will never take for granted

Thank you for the special relationship that you have with me and all your daughters

You are the main man, the daddy cool, the crazy one, the lion king, my amazing dad…

I will always love you


Please read this: It might just save your child’s life


This is a photo of gorgeous Max Earley.

But, it is one of the last photos that his mum Caroline has of him as Max is no longer with us. He is now playing with the other angels in heaven…

Max Earley was just 2 years old when he passed away. He was vomiting daily and losing weight as a result. He could not tell anyone of his pain and suffering. He changed from a bright, happy child to an irritable and sad little boy.

His doctor misdiagnosed his symptoms and behaviour more than once for tummy problems. He was sent to 2 hospitals for further tests and scans. He had a CT scan, but it also was misread and never followed up. Max suffered in his last days in hospital as he was being given the wrong treatment.

I will not give any further details out of respect to his mum Caroline who is my friend and who is still grieving. I will just say that no mother deserves to go through what she had to. Max was her only child. What is even more heart-breaking is that due to her age, she does not know if she can have any more children. She blames herself for her loss and said that she should have done more. But if the consultants and experts got it so wrong, then how could she have known?

So why was Max so ill? He had a brain tumour. It is the largest cancer killer of children and young people in the UK. And even though there is a lot of work going into research and raising awareness, the mortality rate still remains as high as ever.

If Max’s story helps just one child then his death will not have been in vain.

Therefore, I beseech you to read below the symptoms for children with possible brain tumours. This list has been drawn up by a campaign called Headsmart which is part of The Brain Tumour Charity. If you are unsure about any of these symptoms, then go and see your GP, ask for a referal, get a second opinion, and make sure you request a CT or an MRI scan (as these images are the only way to check for a tumour).

The list of symptoms can also be found at http://www.headsmart.org.uk/

Under 5s – Preschool

Symptoms include:

5-11 – Children

Symptoms include:

12-18 Young People

Symptoms include:

Additional symptoms to be aware of:

Please share this information with as many people as you can. It is so important that we spread awareness and help others in similar situations. This is a terrible disease and the only way we can save lives is by being aware and getting treatment early.


As some of you may remember, I was supposed to climb Mount Snowdon in April to raise money for The Brain Tumour Charity. We had to postpone this due to the weather conditions. We will now be climbing on June 16th. I am dedicating my climb in memory of Max who would have been 3 years old next week.

Thank you so much to those of you who have already donated to this worthwhile cause. For those of you who would like to donate please go to my page http://www.justgiving.com/Amisha-Thobhani

R.I.P. Max. Gone too soon, but always loved and never forgotten.


It’s a beautiful day

A rose from my garden

Woo hoo! It’s finally here!

The first real day that it feels like Spring (even though it’s May, and Spring officially started a month ago)!

I decided to venture out for a walk without having to wear a cardigan, jacket, scarf, shoes or socks. Yes, I put on my flippy floppies and my poor toes were so glad to be out and about in the fresh air that they practically danced a jig. I don’t think they had seen the sun for about 9 months – apart from the short holiday that we had last week – but just humour me!

The rays of the sun beamed down and hugged my face and my whole body, seeping into my skin and warming my grateful bones. It was an instant pick-me-up and the most lovely feeling in the world…

Was it just me or were the cherry blossoms on the  branches swooping down to give me a Hi-5 as if to say ‘”Just look at those endless blue skies. Aren’t they just the bees knees?!” I had to agree.

Even a dog that skipped past with it’s owner seemed to look up at me without a care in the world and smile.

As I walked past the gorgeous roses, they seemed to blush and bloom before my very eyes, deepening in colour and winking as if to say “Don’t you just love it when the sun shines?”

An elderly gentlemen protectively held his partner’s hand as he walked with her and helped her to cross the street. They were obviously making the most of the sunshine, just like me.

And all along the birds in the trees were humming along to the Michael Buble tune that had been playing in my head. Which one? ‘It’s a beautiful day’, of course!

Forty isn’t old, if you’re a tree

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So, does life really begin at 40? 

I turned the big four-oh on Sunday, and it feels….I don’t know, weird.

You know, when you are young, you look forward to turning 18, and then 21 because it is cool, because it is when you become an adult and can do things you couldn’t do when you were younger – like learning how to drive!

But, when you are young, turning 40 seemed like light years away – and it seemed like something only older people did. And now, it’s here… and that person is me! It seems surreal, and yet if I live to be 80 years old then I have only really lived half my life, and still have another 40 years left to go.

So really it’s not old, it’s just middle aged. So why am I weary of this age? Should I be worried? Why am I not excited at the prospect?

However, I think the forties is going to be a time of contemplation and reflection. Maybe I should just look back and reflect on all that I have achieved so far. It has been a pretty good life. My dearest hubby organised a big party for me on Saturday (see pic below!) where there was a slideshow of photos from my life – from my birth to the present day, from my 1st birthday with my parents and grandparents to the 1st birthday of my darling twins. Watching those photos flash up onto the big screen was like an awakening that I have had a life. I celebrated that night with some of my nearest and dearest.

And I think that is the most important thing in life – that we have friends and family who care and who will always be there.

As Gandhi rightly said: ‘Where there is love, there is life’…


I’m Climbing Snowdon for Charity!

brainhandsRecently, a group of amazing bloggers that went under the united name of TeamHonk climbed Mount Snowdon for Comic Relief. I would have joined them, but I had already signed up to climb to raise money for The Brain Tumour Charity. I am now going to attempt to follow in their epic footsteps on April 1st (no joke)!! 🙂

As most of you already know, I am a volunteer Ambassador for The Brain Tumour Charity (formerly Samantha Dickson Brain Tumour Trust). This charity is the result of a merger between Brain Tumour UK and The Joseph Foote Trust. Their work is inspired by Samantha and Joseph who were 16 and 9 years old respectively when they sadly lost their lives to a brain tumour.

Brain Tumours are the biggest cancer killer of children and young people under the age of 40 in the UK. Around 400 children are diagnosed with brain cancer every year and around 100 of them never make it. As a parent, this statistic is immensely worrying for me and I’m sure for any other parent out there. Being told that your child has cancer is every parent’s worst nightmare. One mother described how she felt when she heard her daughter had a cancerous tumour. “It is like having a gun with ten chambers held against your child’s head and being told it is ‘good news’ that only two of the chambers contain a bullet.”

Many of us will have all read in the papers recently how a mother, Sally Roberts took her 7 year old son and went into hiding after he was told that he would need radiotherapy to treat his brain tumour. This poor mum did not have the support she needed and did not want to subject the child to the potential side effects of radiation, so she ran away.

The only way any of this will get any better is by your help and support. We need your generous donations to spread awareness, provide funding for research and diagnosis, and provide better support and care to patients and their carers. So please donate by clicking on the link at the bottom of this post.

A friend of mine once said that living with a brain tumour was an uphill battle. So, I think climbing a mountain is an apt gesture. I will only climb for a day, but there are thousands out there that are struggling to ‘climb mountains’ every day…

I can almost see it.
That dream I’m dreaming, but
There’s a voice inside my head saying
You’ll never reach it
Every step I’m takin’
Every move I make
Feels lost with no direction,
My faith is shakin’
But I, I gotta keep tryin’
Gotta keep my head held high
There’s always gonna be another mountain
I’m always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose
Ain’t about how fast I get there
Ain’t about what’s waitin’ on the other side
It’s the climb
Please donate by clicking here – http://www.justgiving.com/Amisha-Thobhani
Thank you.

Thank you Mum…

Mum I love you xxxxxx
Mum I love you xxxxxx (Photo credit: Andreas-photography)

How can I ever thank you mum for all that you have done and continue to do for me?

Words will never be enough, but I just wanted to write something for you to read…

Thank you for always being there,

For all the times when you take my pain away,

For understanding me when others do not,

For knowing exactly when I need a shoulder to cry on,

Or a hot cup of tea and a comforting chat!

Thank you for being my best friend,

For never questioning me,

And for just being there with a huge hug and a knowing smile.

Thank you for being my inspiration,

For always being calm,

For never judging or taking sides – even when we are wrong!

Thank you for all your guidance and wisdom,

For looking after me and my family,

For being not only an amazing mother,

But a fantastic grandma with an endless supply of chocolate and funny stories!

Thank you for teaching me how to be a good mum,

For showing me that I do not always need to be so protective,

For reminding me that it is okay to let go and to look after myself,

Because my kids will still love me unconditionally,

Just like you have loved all of us.

If I turn out to be half as great a mum as you, then my kids will be  very lucky indeed!

Happy Mother’s Day to you, and to all the other wonderful mums out there who should be appreciated not just today, but everyday as I believe that Mothers are the closest thing to God on this Earth…

A Swizzfiggling Storyteller!


To coincide with World Book Day this week, I thought I would share with you my love for books. When I was younger (much younger!), I used to love reading Roald Dahl books – and now my kids love reading them. How wonderful is that!

Recently, we visited the Roald Dahl Museum in Great Missenden and it was a lovely day out. (By the way, I am not being sponsored to write this post – I just like Roald Dahl a lot). It is a tiny, cosy, quaint museum which can easily be covered in 2 hours and leave enough time for the scrumdiddlyumptious homemade cakes and a cup of tea in The Twits Cafe. It even houses the famous writing hut where Dahl wrote all his books.

It wasn’t just my kids that learnt a lot about the great man, but I learnt quite a few things myself…

Did you know that Roald Dahl’s favourite book of his was ‘The BFG’?

Did you know that he was a WWII fighter pilot who needed 6 operations on his spine after a crash in the desert?

Did you know that he was a James Bond style secret spy in America?

Did you know that he wrote the screenplay for the Bond movie ‘You Only Live Twice’?

Did you know that he helped invent the Wade-Dahl-Till valve which helped drain fluid from the brain?

Did you know that he loved chocolate, but not chocolate cake or chocolate ice-cream?

Was there anything that he could not do?!

What I love most about him is that his inspiration came from his everyday life experiences and adventures. He would just use his memory to exaggerate some of the truth and turn it into magic. For example, he was sent to lots of unpleasant boarding schools with strict teachers that inspired ‘Matilda’. At one of these schools, Cadbury would send boxes of chocolate to get tasted. This is where Dahl took inspiration for my favourite book of his, ‘Charlie and the Chocolate Factory’.

Being a chocoholic myself, I adored the idea of winning a golden ticket to visit a chocolate factory where you could bump into all singing, all dancing Oompa Loompas from Loompaland, a rich river of gloriumptious melted chocolate and lickswishy everlasting gobstoppers! Mmmmm….bliss!

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.” Roald Dahl

English: The Roald Dahl Museum and Story Centr...
What is your favourite Roald Dahl book?