When I, two weeks ago, heard the 'C'-word from the lips of my doctor my legs went numb just long enough to feel a warm wave moving from the hips down and out at the toes and a bit of nausea in my stomach. I have no other way to explain my reaction. This was all. Half a minute shock-wave.
Since then X-rays were confirmed by Thorax scan and now I'm
So far I am not losing any sleep over this situation. I am tying up a few loose ends and to use the words of dear Tom (Gwynt) in his recent not to say last post "I do not mind" and "life continues on its way".
I wrote the above a few days ago. Today, after reading dear Halle's recent post, I come to realize that 'fatalistic attitude' is maybe wrong self-analysis and wishful thinking.
My state of mind sounds more like a depression - no want to fight, only concerned about the well-being of my 'entourage'.
And now something lighter. What did the blind person say when handed a piece of sandpaper? "Argh, this is written too tight".
I heard this last week and thought it was offensive but was told it was not.
It's 9.13 in the morning. I just came back from driving Moselito to his home away from home and will now attack laundry and tidying up.