Laughter is indeed the best medicine. Both Malcolm andI have a terrible sense of humour. We laugh a lot and play jokes on each other a lot. His losing his hair we turned into a joke and now he seems quite comfortable with no hair or the little fuzz on top. We are also experiencing many joys from family and friends showing so much care and thought for us.
Strangers are now friends and we both feel loved. I get strength from all of you. I am so glad i can still sing most weeks and see my friends. The party on Saturday and the BBQ on Sunday were great and we laughed a lot. We have even booked a holiday in Harlech and am going to a dear friends wedding in July. I am also going on an archeological dig with one of my grandaughters the week before. This is fulfilling one of my ambitions. It is during Malcolm’s recovery time before the operation and he should be well enough to leave at home. He is insisting I go and may join us some of the time .
I do not know what the future holds but I have done all I can as has Malc0lm to make it as bright and positive as we can.
Chemo tomorrow and then we wait and pray. God is with us and I know who holds the future.
My Godness, that is a different tune I hear, jokes, laughter, a loving family, doing what one wants to do,& holidays!
That is living, that is life, what more do we want!
“now he seems quite comfortable with no hair or the little fuzz on top” – Oh No He’s Not!
“He is insisting I go [ to the dig]” – Well it means I get some peace
” I have done all I can as has Malc0lm” – Your typing is even worse than mine!
Reading the blogs highlights how important the family is. I am so happy Malcolm that things are going your way.