What is it with us and the number 13. Unbelievably our consultant sits in room 13 and we often have key tests done on the 13th of the month. This time they've topped it all and my daughter's MRI scan has been scheduled for Friday 13th. I suppose somebody has to have the date - but it feels horrid all the same.
Heard from other dear Mum at the hospital today - all looking good with her son. We are going to drink…
Looking at the trees blowing in the pale blue sky the World could harldy be more uplifting and life affirming. Today God seems good.
God hasn't seemed very good over the past year.
It even shocks me that I can have moments of complete happiness, despite the fact my 15 year old daughter was diagnosed with a bone cancer last February. It's been a really long haul - we've survived but we're all bloodied and bruised…
