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I have suffered on and off for years with a Hiatal  Hernia . Such intense stomach pain. So many nights I have wondered if I was having a heart attack. My esophagus in spasms. Never, ever feeling well. How many days, weeks, months, or years would it total up feeling so horrible. I have lived on stomach pills for years to keep the acid at bay. All the doctors say is that the ring at the bottom of my stomach isn’t closing properly and its letting everything come back up. Major surgery was about all they could do. Oh, loose weight. Yeah, I need to lose weight. Who doesn’t. Its hard to think diet when you cant eat anything anyways except the odd piece of toast. You haven’t slept more who knows how long so you have no energy. Grrr.

Desperate I searched the web for anything that might help me. Something caught my eye. Just a blurb really. Something I had in the fridge? It couldn’t possibly be so simple. Could it? An Apple. A red apple? What the hell, I would try anything at that point.

So every night I would have an apple. When my stomach started burning I would eat an apple too. I could feel it cool down. It seemed to be working.  I started eating more fruit in general but always with a red apple in it. My lunch now consists of a bowl of cut up fruit with cottage cheese.

Now I am not going to say this is a cure. I know its not. All I know is that the only time I have to take my stomach medicine is when we are having a spicy meal. For some reason its working for me. Its been about 4 or 5 months now and I can tell a major difference. My husband notices to. I am not telling him I unwell. I have energy. I haven’t felt like I was having a heart attack in a while now. Who would of thought that an apple would change my life.

*I am not a doctor. I am not trying to sell you anything. I just thought that if it could help someone else like it has helped me then I had to blog it. Good luck to those who are searching for some relief.

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There is the most special feeling when Spring finally comes to the UK. The gloom of the last few months lifts. Everything feels so light.  The flowers start to come out. Starting with the Snow Drops and then the daffodils. Pretty soon the whole of the UK is covered in the most amazing blooms. Every pub has huge window boxes with colour dripping down. Every round about is rainbow.  Flowers are the thing I think of when I think of  the UK in its glory. I hold my hand up and admit that there is no other place I have been that is as glorious as the UK on a sunny late Spring or Early Summer day.  By May the days never end. Its light so late you can be out until 10pm washing your car. Its still dusk at 2am and really, the sun never fully sets. By 4 am the sun is coming up.  I love this.

Its only a few weeks away. I am going to try and keep my sanity until then. For the last two years we have had the worst Summer. It never stopped raining. I have faith that this year will be a good one. I will be loving it and will have my camera at the ready.

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Every weekend my step daughter comes and stays Saturday night and heads home on Sunday.  My son usually starts asking for her around Thursday.  The count down begins. Saturday comes and he waits, looking out the window, very excited that his sister is coming. They sit together on the couch, hugging, happy, playful. My step daughter will get on the floor and play. She will give him horse back rides. When we go out they sit in the back seat holding hands. My son lovingly looking at his sister, his sister lovingly looking back. So sweet.

Come Sunday morning the whole world has changed on its axes. My step daughter is up, spiralled across the couch, watching Spongebob or High School Musical. My son is in her face, climbing on her, poking her in the eyes, pulling her hair. She yells at him to leave her alone, he dive bombs on her from the arm of the couch. They bicker. They yell. They argue.

What I can not figure out is how they can change in a matter of a few hours and a bit of sleep. Saturdays are great. Sundays are stressful. Its night and day.

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