Although the steroids have helped massively with energy, my breathing problems remain the same. So although I'm keen to do things, physically it's difficult. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak (and did I mention saggy).
Also, possibly steroid related, are my patience levels. I have no time for what I consider to arsery of any sort. So if you come round here be warned! I make no apology for it, it's positively liberating. Light the fuse and stand back.
Meanwhile, of course, people have been lovely. The mass ranks of the other-half's family did a 15 mile, very muddy, very hard sponsored walk to raise money for my local hospice. What a bunch of good 'uns.
|The end of the walk and still standing (just)|
And as for the outpouring of messages, gifts and visits after my last blog post, well I was touched. I'm afraid I didn't get around to taking photos of everything but thanks to everyone. I luffs you all. Here's a couple of pictures we received
|Beautiful hand drawn artwork|
|Beautiful and very, very glittery artwork|
Despite the breathing problems I have been able to get out and about some days thanks to Nev, the wheelchair and portable oxygen. It can be a bit of a palaver but it's lovely to be outside, wheeling round the park in the sunshine.
And even better is going down the pub in my posh new coat.