Stepping up to the Plate.

I’m beginning to understand what that means. True to his word our handyman came and by 9am the door was fixed and the bell working. It has a cathedral like three chimes sound. There are other chimes to choose from but the pace of life just now doesn’t allow for luxuries like that. I do occasionally have time to sit and do nothing but then immediately fall asleep.

After two days on the trot driving into Taunton I’m thankful to have the next seven days with no appointments, apart from collecting medications and trying to do something about ‘flu injections. The Invalid has been given the all-clear to drive – for the time being - so sighs of relief from me and we can visit Tesco once more.

The first appointment was a test to make sure healing had taken place and to our relief it had. This means that in two weeks time there will be a second operation which will put things back to normal and make life much easier. I have already booked the same room where I stayed early September.

The second interview with the surgeon confirmed that the operation had been successful. However some lymph glands were affected so there will be a course of chemo and we have a date - later on - to meet a physician, a specialist in chemotherapy who will explain all that is involved.

Our surgeon – a charming rugby playing Welshman believes in dealing with things ‘sequentially’ and this has rubbed off on us and makes coping easier.

So: a breathing space before we gird our loins and bash on regardless. I still have my cushion of prayers , good will, white light and vibes so when I ask myself how the hell did I manage that, I know full well. Thank you.xoxoxox