Forgetting...

I've been so busy over the last few days that I've completely forgotten to harumph about the nanny state, grumble about the number of misdiagnoses of cancer I hear about or even grizzle about the way the general population try to pretend cancer doesn't exist and go pale if you mention "the big C" (I hate euphemisms). This is not to say that I'm not still incensed about these issues, but life's too short to dwell on them 24/7. Instead, I've been trying to keep up with cleaning and tidying (with little success!), battle the laundry heap (it's winning) and prepare items for packing for my up-coming visit to the land of Oz. How wonderful to be able to swap houses and cars and to find a relatively inexpensive flight within two weeks of deciding to travel. And how amazing that though I'm rushed off my feet trying to get everything ready, I'm not totally wiped out at the end of each day as I was before diagnosis and treatment. Amazing to think how far I've come - during my last visit to Oz, I was still worrying about the scar at the site of surgery, not to mention whether I'd be well enough to travel. This time - no worries (other than my luggage arriving at its destination some time after I do!)