All best plans…

Following a restful and most enjoyable weekend, much of it spent in the garden, yesterday was rather disappointing. Unfortunately I couldn’t ignore the pain in my right arm any longer. The site around my Picc line was tender, hot, red and inflamed. It had become difficult to raise my arm even by a few inches. I knew the Picc line needed to come out. Attempts to get it sorted our locally predictably failed so it was another drive back down to London. Poor Colin, he could do the journey with his eyes shut by now.

The day was long. By the time I saw the doctor, who predicated a clot or infection, had a scan, the Picc line removed and collected all necessary medication, it was almost 6pm. The conclusion was an infection which was my preferred option as taking oral antibiotics beat giving myself daily injections.

Feeling tired and very weary on our return it was lovely to be greeted by this beautiful very unexpected surprise.
imageA gift from my Uncle Jeremy in Hong Kong. It certainly put a smile back on our faces, as did a visit from my good friend Allison. She had very kindly sourced us a wheelchair to borrow for the next few weeks. She also came armed with a homemade banana cake which was gratefully received by us both.

I think I am slowly getting my appetite back partly helped by the delicious, tender fillet steaks kindly bought for us by my brother on Saturday and thoroughly enjoyed for lunch on a Sunday. My taste buds aren’t quite the same yet but I don’t think it will take too long to regain all the weight I lost.

So here I am home again lying in m own comfy bed. I can’t explain how grateful I am for that. Today I may attempt a long soak in the bath. Getting in is no trouble but finding the confidence and strength to pull myself out is a bit more tricky.

It looks like the sun is shining so hopefully I will spend the rest of the day in the garden. If all I feel is my general fatigue today I will count my blessings.

Very slowly my strength will return. I have been warned not to expect too much too soon. Perhaps with my new found strength I will grow back some thick glossy, shiny, locks, preferably not the grey variety.

I’m so happy to be alive.

Thank you God, the Universe and most importantly YOU.

Deborah x

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