The simplicity of my day to day.
This is where I write my thoughts, feelings and my daily trials, tribulations and happy things
|Things are looking up! Good news from my doctor after she was concerned about a blood test result. She sent me for a CT scan on my liver as the levels had suddenly shot up. She was worried it might be cancer. All clear thank goodness. The levels are gradually going down and I have to repeat the bloods on Friday.
So hard to write anything at the moment, but I’m enjoying reading other’s stories on WdC. Should really give reviews but I’m so tired at the moment it wouldn’t be fair to anyone not to give full attention to their work.
I’m enjoying feeling a bit better and so appreciative of being alive!
|Operation over! It was a difficult day though, early morning start had to present at the hospital at 6 am. We live an hour away so it meant getting up in the middle of the night.
It’s all gone well though it seems. Have to wait ten days for pathology
"Today was a Difficult Day," said Pooh.
There was a pause.
"Do you want to talk about it?" asked Piglet.
"No," said Pooh after a bit. "No, I don't think I do."
"That's okay," said Piglet, and he came and sat beside his friend.
"What are you doing?" asked Pooh.
"Nothing, really," said Piglet. "Only, I know what Difficult Days are like. I quite often don't feel like talking about it on my Difficult Days either.
"But goodness," continued Piglet, "Difficult Days are so much easier when you know you've got someone there for you. And I'll always be here for you, Pooh."
And as Pooh sat there, working through in his head his Difficult Day, while the solid, reliable Piglet sat next to him quietly, swinging his little legs...he thought that his best friend had never been more right."
Sending our thoughts to those having a Difficult Day today and hope you have your own Piglet to sit beside you 🧡
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|Went to see our daughter today, she’s sounding positive but it’s hard to get too excited about her mental health recovery and her alcoholism problem. We’ve been dealing with this for so long, I for one am feeling jaded and weary.
However we went for a coffee and she looked great, she’d made an effort in her appearance which is a great sign.
Preparing for a week of tests before my operation on Friday. I’m feeling confident though, it’s a life saver and just trying to think positive and thankful we live where we live. Great health service, even though we complain sometimes, it’s so much better than most countries.
I’m so lucky to have the support of my husband and the rest of my family. Feeling blessed.
|Crazy week, but calming down. Daughter decided to abscond from rehab and get herself wasted, but thankfully she’s seen sense and has returned!
Surgery next week for the lumpectomy, I’m not going to worry about it though until I have to.
Looking after our granddaughter’s dog for a week while she and her fiancé run away to get married!
The fun just never stops.
|Seems this blog is headed for a review courtesy of Hannah 🙏 Thanks Hannah.
I’d like to write something positive today after a bit of doom and gloom of the last few entries.
Had a hilarious weekend last week. We were invited to some friend’s golden wedding celebration a few hundred miles away in the depths of the Western Australian bush. This place is very isolated and the populace are “different” if you know what I mean.
Cultivation of a certain weed is prevalent and the resulting behaviours of the folk are “interesting” We were staying at the local caravan park where a local wedding was taking place.
We attended our friend’s Golden Wedding party,( there is a story there too that begs to be told, one is certain to appear on WdC very soon) We walked the half mile or so to the community hall where the event took place. Afterwards we eventually managed to wend our way back to our caravan in the dark (husband forgot the torch!)
We fell asleep to the sounds of the wedding party, everyone sounded happy at that time, but soon things took a turn for the worse as the alcohol and other substances took hold and the fighting ensued. The participants in the melee were getting closer to where we were sleeping in our very small caravan, we were hoping and praying no one had a gun, as stray bullets could have killed us where we lay listening to the cursing and threats. At last the cavalry arrived in the shape of a cop car and peace was restored. It sounded as if the best man was accusing the groom of stealing his woman.
The following morning as soon as it was daylight we packed up our camp and made our way back to civilisation. The numerous kangaroos who live there went back to their peaceful grazing.
That was supposed to be a quiet break before my upcoming breast cancer surgery. Peaceful it wasn’t, but we laughed a lot and I garnered some great story material.
|The bad times continue it seems. Had a request for a reassessment of a mammogram this week, after biopsy it seems I have early breast cancer. Lumpectomy in a couple of weeks and four weeks of radiotherapy to follow.
Looking on the bright side it’s apparently small and easily treatable so that’s what I’ll do: looking on the bright side.
Warning ladies, keep up with your Mammograms.
|This week has been really difficult, for my daughter as well as me and my husband.
Our daughter’s marriage has broken down and on the day we were to take her into a rehabilitation facility, her husband decided to be horrible to her and blame her for everything. She was devastated and we had to leave her crying at a new place where she knew no one. We aren’t allowed any contact for a month, no phone calls only letters. I have written three letters already. I have no idea how she is going on, it’s heartbreaking.
|Week 4 prompt 2 MHWA
I can’t choose between my best two friends, we met at Playgroup when they were with their young children, I was taking my grandchild to playgroup. Therefore they are at least 15 years younger than me. I was in my early forties, they late twenties. The age gap has never been even an issue. That was thirty years ago. We still contact each other all the time, but we don’t actually see each other much. One of the friends lives part time here in Australia, sharing her time between Wales and Australia, but we text each other often and know what is happening in our lives. We’ve laughed and cried together and been there for each other through good times and bad. We actually love each other.
|MHWA Prompt 1 week four.
Even as a child I never liked being in a group of friends, being happy with just one best friend. My first bestie was a primary school one, we were inseparable. Then we as a family needed to move away. At high school again just the one best friend, we didn’t need anyone else. After school I met my husband- to-be at aged fifteen and again there were just the two of us. I see this has been a pattern throughout my life. For the last twenty years I’ve broken the pattern and now I have three best friends, ( must be getting better at this) but really I’ve never felt the need for friends, I have heaps of acquaintances though.
I can’t tell you what it is that draws me to people, but I’m very instinctive and tend to go with a gut feeling whether a person is someone is to be trusted or not.
A friend has to have a sense of humour, I can’t stand negativity.
|The weather for a winter’s day was beautiful, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. We were going to go and visit our daughter in the Clinic but she said she didn’t feel up to us going. We didn’t go and have just received a phone call from her. She was crying saying she’d been in her room all day and felt terrible. I should have gone to see her and not taken any notice of what she said.
Anyway nothing to be done now, just annoyed at myself.
Couldn’t believe my eyes when I logged on WdC and saw I’d been awarded first place in the Twisted tales contest, not once but twice! June and July! That cheered me up😊