Having a cancer diagnosis has an amazing effect on one's life! I'm mostly sleeping fine and during the day I can escape into a book or into family company or a walk or an episode of West Wing... but it's always there, appearing in one's mind as soon as one wakes up in the morning and popping up like pesky spam in unguarded moments. We're obviously great planners, with all our travelling, but all that is on hold now. Easter is about the best I can manage, less than 2 weeks away... As for the rest of the year, who knows?
Certainly sleep helps one keep things in perspective, and talking to friends and family. And some definite medical dates. Tuesday is pre-op day and the following Tuesday 11th the fishing expedition, to see how my heart behaves during a short investigation and to have a good look inside at whether the cancer really is contained. Then hopefully action on heart. Contrary to what some people think, private patients can't insist on treatment doctors regard as dangerous. Nor can they queue jump in NHS hospitals where the intensive care wards are!
So life carries on. This weekend has been lovely: Phil and Chrissie came down for 2 nights; we had 2 excellent walks to look at our own local burial long barrow and along the canal and today to Avebury, which was predictably teeming. What glorious weather, warm Spring sunshine, lots of flowers and fresh green growth. P&C brought books and cds, cooked, mowed grass, helped Geoff mend an annoyingly drippy water butt, deadheaded daffs, picked rhubarb, caught up on their sleep and generally we had a good laugh.
Many thanks for all the encouraging messages, postcards and advice!
Certainly sleep helps one keep things in perspective, and talking to friends and family. And some definite medical dates. Tuesday is pre-op day and the following Tuesday 11th the fishing expedition, to see how my heart behaves during a short investigation and to have a good look inside at whether the cancer really is contained. Then hopefully action on heart. Contrary to what some people think, private patients can't insist on treatment doctors regard as dangerous. Nor can they queue jump in NHS hospitals where the intensive care wards are!
So life carries on. This weekend has been lovely: Phil and Chrissie came down for 2 nights; we had 2 excellent walks to look at our own local burial long barrow and along the canal and today to Avebury, which was predictably teeming. What glorious weather, warm Spring sunshine, lots of flowers and fresh green growth. P&C brought books and cds, cooked, mowed grass, helped Geoff mend an annoyingly drippy water butt, deadheaded daffs, picked rhubarb, caught up on their sleep and generally we had a good laugh.
Many thanks for all the encouraging messages, postcards and advice!
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