I'm finding all this a bit surreal. When I was told I had cancer just over a month ago I cried for a week. Then it settled into occasional bursts, then it stopped. I expected pain and got only mild discomfort. Everything has changed and yet nothing has changed. Now the tumour is out, the catheter is out and I'm waiting to heal and waiting to get my results. I have to make myself rest, stop myself from doing anything strenuous, all the while feeling somewhat of a cheat. My partner has just taken my dog out. I'm going on the midday walk although I can't hold Stiggy but he's very happy I'm there after a week of me not going. I'm incorporating the tea time walk today. Slowly does it, I'll soon be fit again. Meanwhile it's nice to walk slowly, flowers are in bloom, butterflies are out, blackbirds, sparrows and ravens are in the garden, along with the cheeky pair of squirrels. I'm enjoying them in my enforced inactivity. We even have a fox cross the garden some nights. I thank God I'm here to see it and pray I will be here for many years to come.
