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

HAPPINESS

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.