Given how I'm feeling at the moment with P away at the Isle of Wight Festival, I've got to say that things are pretty serious! I wasn't expecting to feel quite like this at all but hey, the new me is saying go with it, run with it and see where it takes you.
I still find it quite hard to believe that it's only 7 weeks and 3 days (roughly). There's something quite strange and surreal about this past week. It is very strange indeed. I feel great and yesterday the number of people who came up to me and said that I was looking great these days was more than a dozen. It's nice to hear as I looked back at my Passport photo and of course I wasn't well when that was done - about 18 months after diagnosis, I look grey and drawn and with huge circles under my eyes. What a difference. I am pretty glad about that.
I saw my friend who had hi Bladder removed yesterday and I hadn't seen him since he had the surgery so it was good to catch up and hear his story. Apparently it was a missed appointment and they may have been able to sort him out if it hadn't got aggressive and gone into the muscle. He seems fine about it, has lost some weight (a bonus he says) and he has moved down to the coast which is nice I think.
I've been working on how things progress from here going forward. I really hadn't planned to be quite so involved as I am. I thought that we might be friends going to gigs together but we are light years beyond that. I think it is funny as we keep looking at each other and smiling and wondering "how did we get here?" It doesn't really matter at all, I'm happy and so is P and that's great.
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