…and my little sister holds the power as she grins menacingly. before darting me in the stomach. with my growth hormone injection. Why oh why was I so mean to her? My best friend Fiona and I would set our post office up and give Kate a little unsatisfactory corner of the room where she could lick envelopes but not use the franking machine. It all seems so petty but holds so much significance now and I can see how much she is enjoying it. But I can’t complain it’s either her or me and to tell the truth she did a pretty good job of it yesterday.
Most of yesterday was spent sleeping and if I wasn’t sleeping I was thinking about getting back to sleep. I am allowing it to happen, being patient and listening to my body. I am reminding myself that this is the last step for what, I hope will be, for some time to come. Following my harvesting I am on the road to recovery in plenty of time for my party. I hope to be off all my medication by then and able to have my first alcoholic drink in months. I shall take full advantage of this. My party will be about celebrating life and I intend to live it to the full even if it s going to be on a bit of a shoe string.
Look at who was in my garden this morning…
Good job Frodo didn’t see him first, although I think he’s too old and worn out to do much about it now.
It looks like its going to be a good day, Colin has been working his magic on the rooms upstairs and we may move back into the bedroom tonight,although I do enjoy waking up to the view from our conservatory.
Enjoy your day
Deborah x
PS. Jo you will have to fight over playing nursey with Kate, I fear she may not wish to let go of the power now she has it!
