Two weeks on

It was a busy weekend. For the first time since November 2006, I felt well enough to take a carload of junk to the local waste disposal facility - or the dump as I prefer to call it. It was wonderful to be able to lift relatively heavy boxes full of rubbish without worrying about injuring myself in some way. It was also good not to feel so tired that I had to lie down when I got home. In fact, I felt so energetic that my next stop was the supermarket to stock up on fruit and vegetables!

The medical team was right that I would start to feel distinctly better after two weeks without treatment. By the beginning of last week, as I reported, things began to improve, By the weekend, I was feeling much better and today, two weeks to the day since my last visit to the hospital, I have more energy that I've had for years!

Much of my weekend was spent doing quite heavy gardening, and that's something I haven't tackled since before the new millennium, preferring, instead to do 'light duties' such as pruning small rose bushes. I'm even planting new acquisitions the day I get them, rather than leaving them for months to become pot bound before I summon up the energy to try to place them in the garden.

I'm hoping that I'm now entering a totally new phase to my life and am looking forward to taking up new hobbies and visiting new places. I certainly appreciate my health far more than I did before I became ill. Although it's a cliché to say that the line between life and death is very fragile, having a life-threatening illness (as my GP put it so tactfully when I received my test results!) certainly focusses the attention on that fact and, as I've said several times already, really causes you to alter your priorities.