In and of itself, it's not a big deal I guess; after all it's a somewhat random start point, but last Friday was 200 days since my diagnosis on the 23rd December 2013.
Having said that it's a random number, I think it is a significant fact, I might even say success, that Diana and I have lived with/through those 200 days, from the turmoil of the first weeks to our now more positive and hopeful balanced states of mind, aided and abetted by so many family, professionals and friends.
But we have to admit life does still feel like the fairground game of "bash the monkey" (*); no sooner have we tackled (bashed) one unforeseen challenge, than another pops up at random!
Hey ho, KBO as Churchill constantly muttered...!
(*) Take a mallet, stand in front of a table full of holes, and try to bash the wooden pegs that pop up far too frequently out of those holes in random places!
For your American friends, I think we call the same game, "Whac-A-Mole". ;-)
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear you are doing a bit better this weekend.
Thank you for your reflective, humane and quintessentially 'you' commentary. I'm pretty sure I would not be able to do the same. Take care and as my Mum assures me they say in Norfolk, 'Keep yew a troshing'. Cheers Martin
ReplyDelete200 days! wow, an achievement and I like your mindset that with time things become more balanced and hopeful. I like the facts your numbers and mine are much the same getting the same news on the same weekend. I shall keep whacking those moles along with you and Diana.! Good on you both!
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