Two years ago, to the day, I was on a lad's holiday in Albufeira. The sun was shining, the beer was flowing and APML was an acronym I was blissfully unaware of.
I had one of my regular bone marrow biopsies this morning. Having your pelvis drilled is every bit as fun as it sounds.
While chatting to the chemo nurse we got onto the subject of my Mum. She said how pleased she would be that I'm coming out of the other side of my cancer battle. I'm not afraid to say it made me tearful and she gave me a big hug.
I went round to my mate's after for a brew and a natter. We talked about life and the importance of not putting things off, because things can change so quickly. We both came to the conclusion that more holidays are required!
On Saturday I managed my first run for a little while. I'll gradually get back into it.
My Daughter had a martial arts class on Sunday. It was her first session since my diagnosis and she was apprehensive, so we just sat and watched and said "hello" to everyone. You can't help but feel welcome in that place and by the end of the session she was saying that she wanted to come back and bring a picture for Sensei.
We had a BBQ in the afternoon with my Partner and her Daughter. I was bullied by the girls who decided to gang up on me. As I lay there being beaten up and shot at with Nerf guns, I realised that I'm heavily outnumbered. Chase the Yorkshire Terrier/Chihuahua cross provided little in the way of back up. Useless.
It was Sports Day yesterday. My little girl said she was nervous about it in the morning as she "wasn't going to win." I reassured her that it doesn't matter if you come in first or last place, it just matters that you try. By the time the sack race came round, she was a picture of relaxation on the start line. She was dancing around with her friend and almost missed the start! In spite of that, she came 2nd and was very happy. I felt very proud watching her and was thrilled that I could be there.
This quote may have come from an alcoholic who achieved no notable success until his late 40s, but it's a timely reminder from the prolific writer that we should all be a bit kinder to each other and not to sweat the small stuff:
"We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorised and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing."
- Charles Bukowski
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