I keep doing something, that really frustrates me when I find it on the internet! I do a google search for some piece of information and then am taken to a blog. The writer covers something I am very interested in or need to know and I am thrilled to have found it. I keep reading, "This is just what I was looking for! " I think. This writer with a bantam with a sore foot, a pear tree with orange spots or even a new diagnosis of cancer covers just the problem I have. Then it stops. I look at the date March 1918. What happened next I wonder. Did the bantam recover, the pear tree survive or even the writer survive? It happens all over the internet, so frustrating and I am a culprit too.
The problem is I find very painful times hard to write about and then just as hard to re read. I think to myself I'll have a little break to recover and then the habit is broken. I post quite often on instagram and keep in touch with some of my dear blogging friends on there, but the writing habit is something, most of the time, I find incredibly relaxing. I sometimes think I should start a new blog. I turned 60 last year and have such plans. Maybe not for the moment but definitely for the future. Then yesterday I suddenly thought why start a new blog? Why not revisit my old one. I always feel I owe it to anyone who stumbles across my blog with a new diagnosis of thyroid cancer. That terrible time when you world is caving in and you are searching and searching for some sort of reassurance. I can now be that little bit of reassurance and I think if only for that reason I shouldn't start a new blog but update this one.
It's all progressing very nicely. I am having six monthly out patients appointments at the Royal Marsden. They had put me on yearly but after a few problems with symptoms like palpitations due to fluctuating thyroid levels I was put back to six monthly. The Royal Marsden at Sutton, I think, are the most wonderful people in the world, I have complete trust in everything they say.. I always say now that from something that seemed so terrible my cancer diagnosis actually turned out to be a blessing as it has made me appreciate every single day.
Even in these difficult times it has helped me look on the bright side. I keep thinking I have got through so much I'm not letting this ruin Tom and my plans for when he retires. I keep planning and thinking and try to end each day with a positive thought of something that has happened during the day. We all had coronavirus last April. Tom who started working back on the London buses a few months earlier, caught it first, then me, then my youngest son and daughter. Feeling incredibly ill, we all had to drive to Brighton to be tested. It was very early days of testing and even in my weakened state I thought I could have written a sit com episode about the day! With positive test results and a day we still laugh about I suppose it is all part of the tapestry of life! There are still so many things to enjoy in each day. Never have I felt the early signs of spring in our garden offer more hope than this year.
I have lots of things to share and will keep dipping in and out. If I am not posting I would love it if any visitors popped over to instagram (link in the side bar) to see how I am doing. Even if there are absences, as a famous person once said, I'll be back! xx
