The alarm goes off ugggghhh I think.
Its 05:01hrs, Wednesday 22nd April 2015.
I scramble to switch of the alarm on my phone , which is located on the
other side of the room. A deliberate ploy to make sure I get up.
As I struggle to wonder why on earth my alarm is going off at this time, the fog
and haze begins to lift.
I am off to Portugal, back to Rainbow City. To the oasis that was my game
changer, helping get my focus, drive & positivity back. This was after news of a
potential second stage 3 tumour which had been discovered in my last MRI scan
October last year.
Since then, my results, which were 2 days before christmas, had been for the first
time ever, positive from The Walton neurological centre. My tumour was stable
showing no sign of change and the new second lump had not grown , ruling out
it being a high grade tumour. That meeting was very emotional .
I still laugh at my mum , who shouted out “THANKGOD” at the top of her voice,
before bursting into tears. Well she is my mum, so I let her off.
There must be no worse battle to watch your child face. No parent should lose a
But this unfortunately had been the case of late within my family and circle
Not only had my 9year old cousin passed November 2013 but also my close
friends son Elliot had also lost his battle to cancer a few years early,
both I have mentioned in early posts.
I have drawn huge amounts of inspiration from the way Eve ,Elliot and their
Family coped and battled their cancers.
The battle and this round was won but the war raged on.
The new growth was now called Talulah.
During the meeting it was actually me, who picked up on the scans that
Talulah had shrank by the minuscule of measurement.
But all the same it was still a positive change.
A reduction in size ,was a reduction.
Hopefully this was scar tissue then and not a tumour.
But there is no way of telling, unless they crack my headopen and go in again.
It’s just a case of monitoring through scans.
I walked out of Walton the sun hit my face.
I looked up to the heavens, as tears streamed down my face. But unlike all the
other times these were tears of joy.
But I digress, a side effect that plagues me , going off on a tangent and
forgetting where the point of the story was……..RAINBOW CITY!!!!
This time I was going back, upbeat, full of life and ready to see some
old and new friends.
I was travelling with Danny my childhood amigo, the guy who built
this oasis on the side of a mountain. With his mate Anthony.
I kissed sam goodbye on her forehead,trying not to wake her, picked up my bag
and jumped in the car. waiting outside was dan and his step dad Adrian.
We began the journey to the airport. I sat there in the back slightly puzzled as to
why we were going the long way to John Lennon airport. As we headed towards
manchester. I calmly asked “ARE YOU GOING ACROSS THE RUNCORN
He laughed and replied “YOU’RE FLYING FROM MANCHESTER”
Panic set in, I was flying from Liverpool. Stress producing that chemical
cocktail,flowed through my body . My head started to hurt and i struggled to
Dan quickly checked his phone as I told them . Dan laughed saying
“O YEAH SORRY”
“GOOD JOB I AM HERE” I thought.
We arrived at the airport,said our thanks to Adrian and went through security.
Being a yogi, Dan had his own yoga mat with him, which on receiving back
from the security scan, he unrolled it on the floor .
The look on the face of the airport security,was priceless.
they all thought he was going to start praying to Mecca.
A short 2.5 hr flight and we were in Portugal’s capital Lisbon.
The Sun was shining and I felt relaxed.
The day before I had spent the day in Walton having various,
memory, concentration, decision making tests, all of which I suffer
from. It had wiped me out and left me fatigued and with migraines.
Dan picked up his 4×4 and we took a short drive to Cascais,
a beautiful town, full of character , stunning beaches and a great
We were driving to Rainbow City, which would take 3-4hrs.
But dan had arranged for us to spend the day and night at a
Norwegian families house. Catherine had been at Rainbow city a
few weeks earlier and had offered to put him up when ever he was in
town, as they had struck up a great friendship.
We pulled up to a beautiful house with lemon , almond and avocado
within its boundaries . A nice pool was in the back yard , next to a
pool house. Cathrine used it teach yoga. This was to be our room
for the night.
Catherine husband Marcus greeted us.
I was introduced round and made to feel at home. This meant a lot
to me. This family did not know who i was , anything about me and
to be honest, Cathrine had only met dan for a week at rainbow.
But they were opening their house up to us , feeding and trusting
us with their 3 amazing children.
They showed us to their favourite beach ,pointed out a few
stunning landmarks .
We Then sat and had a strawberry juice at a beachside cafe.
It was so peaceful and tranquil.
My mind needed this after yesterday’s testing.
Catherine had to collect the kids from school.
Dan and i explored the beaches , which were golden and beautifully
kept . I sat and watched the locals, surfing the huge waves.
They Sat in the vast ocean bobbing up and down, not a care in the world
just focused on the next wave. I could get used to this way of life.
We drove back to Cascais walked around the old town. I picked up
a couple of trinkets for the kids and a bunch of flowers for Cathrine
and wine for Marcus for their hospitality.
As we left the beach we saw an elderly couple stuck in the sand.
The driver was on the phone and his wife was stood looking up
at The sky hands clasped praying.
Dan slammed on , remember we were in his defender a 4×4 monster.
I asked him if he had a tow rope. he just laughed at me.
Of course he did!.
We returned to their home, where Cathrine had cooked the most
amazing thai soup and alkalising juice to wash it down with.
We sat and talked. I played table tennis with Marcus who narrowly
beat me 3 times!!!!!!! but i am not competitive……………anyway.
We then said our goodnights and hit the hay.
I hit it off with their Norwegian lodger Ronar. Ronar was Catheine’s
best friend. His relationship had broke down in lisbon and was a
broken man. Cathrine had taken him in and dragged him back to
As you can see Cathrine is one of the life’s true wonders .
Waking up with the sun on my face was always an amazing feeling
for me. Thesun rose and broke through the window, It made me feel
alive. It was 0700hrs dan was flat out. I sat on the steps of the pool
house and just reflected on the passed few months . Which had
seen me lose my nan on the 27th dec 14.
Sam had also been pregnant and the day before we were both flying
to las vegas , to watch my cousin tom fight at the Mgm Grand on
the biggest card in a long time in the UFC .
She fell ill and had to have emergency surgery, as the pregnancy
was ectopic and we lost the baby. So it had been a rough few
months …… Well who am i kidding YEAR.
We had Porridge for breakfast, followed by us dropping the kids off
at school and a short drive to one of the numerous beaches, for
yoga or a run.
This is how they started the day everyday . Bliss.
It was very relaxing and peaceful watching the sun shimmer off the
vast ocean , the noise of the waves crashing against the rocks.
I need to bring sam and the kids i thought, they would love
After a raw vegan lunch at a beautiful roof top cafe, we set off.
But as we did Cathrine asked if we could pop back to hers quickly.
Her daughter Alva had come home from school and hearing we had
gone had started crying. We had promised her the day before we
would have a swim with her. So a promise is a promise. We spent
the next hour jumping in and out of the pool, before finally hitting
the road. Armed with pictures from the kids and juices for the drive,
we set off.
I enjoyed the drive catching up with Dan , reminiscing of old times
and listening to the club music of our garlands and clubbing days.
The journey flew by and was a stunning drive. It actually takes the
same time to drive as get the train. 3.5hrs later I could see the domes in the mountains.
Rainbow city awaited.