And so it goes...
I can quite honestly say the past two weeks of my life have been amongst the most memorable as well as the hardest to deal with. Two days after my MRI scan I received the date for my operation, 16th May 2005.
Having resigned myself to the fact that there was no point putting of the inevitable, there will never be a right time for any operation, I started to mentally prepare myself for the coming event.
On Tuesday 19th April 2005 I received a phone call telling me one of my best friend's mother Michelle, whom I lost in 2003, had passed away on Monday morning.
I felt sad and yet numb and continued the day. I was leaving early that day to go and see a herbal specialist my friend had recommended.
About an hour before my appointment, my mother received a call from the mother of a friend of mine who had been in hospital on and off since October of last year, this stay being her longest as she had been there since February 2005.
When I heard mum say, "she died?" I knew but, even typing it out now, I can't quite comprehend that Lee has gone. I actually dreamt about her, for the first time last night (May 1st 2005). She'd shaved off all her hair!
On a happier note, I spent the weekend with my two best friends in Somerset attending a wedding. The whole day was beautiful and I thank God that all went well.
It was so good to get away from work and worries and escape into a world of fun, laughter, joy and happiness.
Today is Bank Holiday Monday and I am working from 9 - 5 pm. I am still a little tired which is not being helped by the niggling personal problems hammering away at the back of my head. In some perverse way my hospital date is providing the desired break I have yearned for except for the potential risks and side effects involved.
I get my hair done on Friday, lets hope it gives me the boost I am so desperately in need of.
Having resigned myself to the fact that there was no point putting of the inevitable, there will never be a right time for any operation, I started to mentally prepare myself for the coming event.
On Tuesday 19th April 2005 I received a phone call telling me one of my best friend's mother Michelle, whom I lost in 2003, had passed away on Monday morning.
I felt sad and yet numb and continued the day. I was leaving early that day to go and see a herbal specialist my friend had recommended.
About an hour before my appointment, my mother received a call from the mother of a friend of mine who had been in hospital on and off since October of last year, this stay being her longest as she had been there since February 2005.
When I heard mum say, "she died?" I knew but, even typing it out now, I can't quite comprehend that Lee has gone. I actually dreamt about her, for the first time last night (May 1st 2005). She'd shaved off all her hair!
On a happier note, I spent the weekend with my two best friends in Somerset attending a wedding. The whole day was beautiful and I thank God that all went well.
It was so good to get away from work and worries and escape into a world of fun, laughter, joy and happiness.
Today is Bank Holiday Monday and I am working from 9 - 5 pm. I am still a little tired which is not being helped by the niggling personal problems hammering away at the back of my head. In some perverse way my hospital date is providing the desired break I have yearned for except for the potential risks and side effects involved.
I get my hair done on Friday, lets hope it gives me the boost I am so desperately in need of.