Yesterday was tough - I got overconfident.
Physiotherapy turned up and I got out of bed and I walked and walked, with a walking frame.
I climbed stairs to show I could go home. I wanted to thank everybody for how hard they had worked - see?
Then with transport coming at 2pm I got washed at 1-00pm.
Ow! Agony. Nearly fell over, lot of pain and my canula fell out.
I had a sit down and then lay down. The transport didn't come, there were all sorts of problems.
Secretly I was delighted. I had nothing left, I was in pain.
I slept for about 6 hours and just about got myself together. They came at 10-00pm and we escaped, punching the air, late in a dark night.
We got home to a dark, quiet deserted world and sat talking through what had happened until I got my act together to go to bed, very painfully.
So thanks to you all for taking the Blog to 35,000.
Thanks to Charing Cross and the Acute Cancer ward 6 North for getting me through this.
It's going to be a very tough journey and I'm still not exactly sure where I'm going.
I do know I've got Robyn by my side and that's all that matters.
Stick around, see what happens.
(a don't stop till you drop but you can a bit trembly if it hurts too much)
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