Tears are cool – Teenage Fanclub
Of course, there is always another “M”, with myeloma. My scores are, actually, getting marginally better, month on month. I’ve bandied the word “normal” around rather liberally, but my blood count really is almost unremarkable now. Except the excess light chains, proof that something is still lurking there. I wrote a melancholy blog post, from a hotel room in Moscow, about not being able to move on from myeloma. I didn’t post it. I won’t now. It seems inappropriate, when so many good things are happening. I have really “got my life back”, which was all I could have asked for, 12 months ago. A small dose of amnaesia would be nice now maybe; I’d really like to be able to get it completely out of my mind.
Still, maybe I have my “M”s out of sequence? Myeloma came long before Mexico. The “M” directly ahead of me right now, is Manila. And on that I will focus. I will live to experience more “M”s (we all will), so there’s little purpose obsessing about the future, to the detriment of now.
Off to get the boys from school, and then a taxi to Heathrow.