Last year I wondered why I was up and down and sad and confused but, of course, there was also the - shall we call it - affair all happening at the same time. Jeez it all started this time last year and I can't complain really, it changed my life.
Of course the other thing is that it will have been 8 years since symptoms and diagnosis and operation and the beginning of the journey. Eight years!
My friend N and I were both operated on around the same time and so we regularly find ourselves in a strange place in late June and early July. Of course on top of that my father died the day after my mum's and two days before my birthday in early July.
This year is different and also I'm in another strange place with myself and P. It's been 8 weeks (well tomorrow it will have been) and things are going well and progressing nicely. I hope that we will be able to get away for a long weekend just to spend some time on each other not on resolving problems which we've done a fair amount of this past 4 weeks.
I feel better that my mum and Mrs. F. and A all got on well yesterday - I am pleased that Mrs. F. is now talking a lot more and that it was all amicable and that is doubly great.
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