Hi! and erm… WOW!
Thank-you just does not begin to cover it (and being stuck for words, with tears in ones eyes does not help!)
A-Ha! Just plucked out a word – humbled, truly humbled just about begins to cover it.
As many have said, STW comes into it’s own at times like this, your comments, words of support (on here and via text and e-mail!), stories of beating cancer really, really help. A confession – despite (i’m told) outward appearances, i’m not a natural when it comes to positivity, something I had just started working on (counselling) before this all hit. So, saying your words help takes on a stronger meaning for me… Counselling is still in progress thought the remit is a touch broader than it was! Talking about your own mortality, anyone? Not too sure Freud flagged that one in his musings!
I’ll be sure to check the links and book suggestions and there are many comments I would like to pick up on but, forgive me, got to stop for now – it’s teatime and my shoulder is killing me – to add insult to injury, i’ve a slipped disk in my neck. Whilst the discomfort caused by Tommy the Primary Tumour* and his friends is mostly controlled by the 20+ tablets I take each day there seems to be little they can do for the disk pain so it alone spends a lot of time getting, literally, on my nerves…
*said i’d stop but I feel there may be the odd sideways look at my naming my tumour!
he got his name early in this whole saga, came out of the blue. It’s not there to avoid the word ‘cancer’ far from it – it’s based on the mafia saying ‘keep your friends close, your enemies even closer’. Tommy is really my personal reference, one thing I can assure you I do not avoid is the word ‘cancer’ – not at all.
More updates, and random musings, will follow.
Yours, truly humbled.
Mr (&Mrs) MM.