I have been wallowing In self pity for two week's now. my cancer Is not terminal. I can and will be cured. I am a great fan of medieval history and have decided to face this "dragon" I will fight. I will don my armour and mount my mighty Destrier and with my lance and sword I will fight you. I no longer fear you. I am Pagan. and I have my god's at my side. I take my ancestor's name "Saluayne" and carry It Into battle against you. If I should die It will be with my sword In my hand and my lance In your chest. you will not find me an easy opponent.
The dark shape that you are mean's nothing to me. I am Saluayne the pagan and I offer myself In mortal combat.
I know this might sound silly. but It's the only way I can confront It. I still can't really believe what has happened. I keep looking at my wife. I know how worried she Is. she has aged these past two week's. I've sent her to Bingo for a few hour's so that she doe's not have to look at me and be reminded all the time. she's not sleeping and I know she cry's. I broke down In the bath on Monday I wasn't crying for myself but for my family what they must be feeling. It's all been a terrible shock. But as I said I will fight this my way. as "Saluayne" my ancestor.
