All seems well - planes have landed where they have meant to land and no news is good news. I completely missed the date yesterday - one of my milestones - the day I went to see my Doctor who pronounced matter of factly that it was probably a tumour that I had and then told me they would knock me out but they did a flexible Cystoscope under local anaesthetic.
I was pretty traumatised at that point and was in a right state when I got back home. All I remember was starting to smoke - which I hadn't for ages and drink and generally feel pretty sorry for myself. That lasted about 2 days then I moved on a bit but to think that it was 3 years ago surprises me - it certainly doesn't feel that way. Of course the 7th July also hails the anniversary of the London Bombings and I remember being caught up in all of that.
I'm away for the 21st and 25th (diagnosis and first operation) I'm in Visby and ST. Petersburg respectively and I never thought I would be. What will be good is that I have kept my own promise to myself to do some travelling and enjoy myself and celebrate being alive. I'm really looking forward to it now, so much to see and do.
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