Goodness me - I've just realised that I am now into Year 3 of my recovery. How did that happen, I ask myself! Time seems to race past when you're not watching it, doesn't it? I can hardly believe that just two years ago I was in hospital, recovering from major surgery and wondering what the future had in store for me. And now, in just over two weeks' time, I'll be going for the first check-up of Year 3. I'm trying not to think about that. The lead-up to the hospital visit is always appalling. I really hate it and by the time I get to the consulting room, I'm convinced that something will turn up on examination and that I'll be told I have a recurrence and need to have more treatment. So far, my fears have been without foundation, but the worry remains. It probably always will.
This morning, as I strode out with the dogs on our 6 km walk, it occurred to me that even before I was ill, I rarely took the dogs that far. Now, though, it's a regular occurrence. My friends and neighbours have started to comment about how much better I look than when I first moved here, so I suppose things must be looking up!
Two days to go until we reach the new year. And maybe another new beginning where I don't worry so much.
This morning, as I strode out with the dogs on our 6 km walk, it occurred to me that even before I was ill, I rarely took the dogs that far. Now, though, it's a regular occurrence. My friends and neighbours have started to comment about how much better I look than when I first moved here, so I suppose things must be looking up!
Two days to go until we reach the new year. And maybe another new beginning where I don't worry so much.
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