I am aware that anyone reading these thoughts of mine would likely think I was suffering greatly or somewhat depressed.
For sure it has been difficult.
And I am immersed in a sense of grieving my life before it’s over.
But in many ways I feel very happy. I am fit, seemingly healthy (apart from the tumour in my groin), and surrounded by people who care.
I have my off-days — like one day last week when the hospital confirmed. But mostly I am fine. And quite often feel buoyant.
It’s like even if all this stuff I’m doing doesn’t work.
I’d still want to go down whilst doing it!