Running, running, running

Back from cycle six and a half, for the "odd week" infusion of the MAB - went so smoothly, I was out half an hour early!  And I'm delighted to say an "official" increase in weight of 3 kg!!!

Also met another blogger, whose positivity was truly infectious - you might like to check her out at awasandawillbe.blogspot.co.uk.

One of our daughters-in-law completed the London Marathon this weekend (way to go, M!) raising £2,500 for Child Bereavement UK, our daughter H is doing a "Race-for-Life" (Breast cancer) very soon, and our eldest, A, is already (honest!) in training for the Royal Parks half marathon (supporting Beating Bowel Cancer) in October... all receiving amazing sponsorship from the widest reaches of their worlds... it is incredible how the Great British Public react to the needs of others (for those of you overseas, check out "Comic Relief" and "Children in Need"!)

I am so proud of them, not only for running, but also because this is another example of "normal is good" - M was already enrolled in the London Marathon well before I fell ill, and H and A had both decided to run "anyway", my condition being more a direction finder on what to run for, rather than running per se.

One of the first things I said to them all, in hospital that monumental evening before Christmas was "normal course and speed..." - not only is it critical for me to have a sense of normal, in some ways it's even more important for those close to me to have even more "normalness" (while, of course recognising it's a different normality) - and I mean for them, not me.

Which is why I am just as proud of my middle son and daughter-in-law, whose #1 "normal" goal this year is to plan and execute a house move - putting just as much "normality" into that as running, running, running (which they do recreationally anyway!)

And Diana?  Running?  :-)  Sadly her back is not up for it, and anyway - who'd feed me up if she was out training?