As the Schofield saga continued into the week, I am pre-opping for cancer surgery part 4. I am really hoping this is it now, I am worn out just thinking about it. Luckily this time it’s just a fiddle with a scar, hopefully under a local but in theatre, apparently in a tent. To clarify, the operating theatre isn’t in a tent, they are going to put my head in a tent so I can’t see what’s going on.
All the boxes are ticked and now we wait. At some point in the next 3 months. I am guessing August when no one wants an op because they want to be on holiday but it’s fine by me, soonest done, soonest mended. (Fingers crossed)
In other developments, the fibro crash is still teetering on oblivion. I am fixating on bedtime routines and hydration in the hope it’s a minor blip as opposed to a major tumble.
Lunch with daughter number 2, back from her travels. Any chance I can get with this one as shift work makes her difficult to pin down. The best, most creamiest goat’s cheese on avocado and sour dough toast in what is fast becoming the best cafe in our halfway town. The picture fails to do it justice
Then a walk through my village, not where I live but where I grew up, where much of my family line are buried in a church yard that brings me so much peace and has always been my place of calm. Where I find myself drawn to as the long process of clearing my parents house out continues. Six months since my Dad died and six months of clearing, finding treasure, finding the smallest object triggering waves of grief, memories and emotions. But still I know, when the house is clear that chapter will be done. It’s a chapter than has spanned all but 4 of my nearly 50 years on this earth & for that constant to be gone seems inconceivable.
And while the ITV saga drones on, with little respite that even new royal babies and princes in court could not distract from, I went to see the Little Mermaid. I must admit to feeling dubious of how it would translate but I really enjoyed it. Midnight walks home in the warmth of summertime, guided by lights by the riverside ended a rollercoaster week well.
Much love xx
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