Good News and Thanks

The rollercoaster reached a peak yesterday with the news that my test results are clear, therefore no need for any follow-up treatment except for careful monitoring.  I feel very lucky to have got off so lightly and can concentrate on recovering my strength and mobility without that anxiety hanging over me.  So definitely time for some thanks!

Thank you to my husband Garry, for all the love and care, delicious meals, cups of tea, and positive thoughts.  Not to mention such glamorous tasks as helping me shower and drying my hair – you have been the best nurse.

Some of my lovely cards and flowers

Than you to all my wonderful family and friends, for all the support, lovely meals, kind messages, flowers, gifts, visits, trips out for lunch and coffee, and help with hospital appointments.  I couldn’t have done it without you! 🙂

The NHS, which I’m ashamed to say I’ve rather taken for granted before having only had minor ailments.  (Though if we need reminding of what our country would be like without it, listen to 91-year-old war veteran Harry Smith’s impassioned speech here). The care I’ve had from my surgeon and a skilled team of nurses and other staff has been exemplary, and I will take a much greater interest in the politicians’ plans in future.

My body, which like your body is an amazing piece of kit.  Mine has swum in a few lakes, climbed a few mountains, walked over burning coals once (thanks Matt!) and most astonishing of all conceived, grown and produced two brand-new human beings. So harbouring a few dodgy cells is a mere blip in its otherwise unblemished career and I’m taking good care of it on its journey back to full health.

Me enjoying the autumn sunshine at Sprint Mill

Special thoughts are with my friend Susie who is receiving treatment for myeloma, and with the health professionals who are caring for her.

Poem of the Week


Stephen Dunn

A state you must dare not enter
with hopes of staying,
quicksand in the marshes, and all
the roads leading to a castle
that doesn’t exist.
But there it is, as promised,
with its perfect bridge above
the crocodiles,
and its doors forever open.

Life is a Rollercoaster

Ashamed to say it’s over a year since I wrote my last blog post. I had a pause while I got to grips with training for a new job doing health education in schools, then never got round to taking it up again. So in the spirit of an annual ’round robin’ here’s a very brief outline of some of our family’s highs and lows of the past year.

The bad news: In February, my husband Garry got made redundant after 23 years in a job he loved and was brilliant at.

The good news: He’s still doing the work he loves but now he’s the boss – result!

The bad news:  In March, our eldest son Chris injured his knee so badly when out slack-lining (don’t ask) that he now needs an operation to fix it.

laughing-monkey-16660689The good news: An enforced rest period meant he had lots of time to concentrate on studying for the final year of his degree.

Hahahaha just my little joke – I meant he was able to get on with his longtime ambition to take a comedy magic show to the Edinburgh Fringe, the biggest arts festival in the world.

10615993_816089475103197_6426291970961838699_nAnd although there were over three thousand performers to choose from, every single day a crowd piled into Chris’s show until it was bursting at the seams and garnered a clutch of glowing reviews.  Read about his amazing August here.

The bad news: This month, I’ve been diagnosed with breast cancer after a routine check.

The good news: It’s early stage and very treatable.

The bad news: This time next week I have to say goodbye to a breast that’s led a pretty blameless life and did a good job feeding two babies.CELEBRATING THEIR 4OTH BIRTHDAYS PINKY AND PERKY ARE MAKING A RE

The good news: I get a hi-tech implant built using pigskin, which means my boobs will hereafter be known as Pinky and Perky.

The bad news: Chris has also got an October date for his knee operation, which means I’ll only be chief invalid for a fortnight before my position’s usurped by a drama queen on crutches. Father-Ted-007

The good news: We’ve scored the box set of Father Ted for some post-op laughter therapy 🙂  Any more suggestions for happiness boosts gratefully received!



Poem of the week

A one-line cheering mantra in giant neon letters I saw last week at the Edinburgh Museum of Modern Art. _48669907_creed_466 (2) - Copy