Sorry to disappoint anyone waiting for great revelations, but there is no exciting secret to impart about my weekend. No really.
It was a great weekend though, a drink with Red, the girl I met at Toes' party, then a girlie shopping trip together on Sunday. Activities which leave me exhausted and unable to get out of bed for a couple of days worth every moment of that enforced confinement, sweeter still for having seemed as impossibly out of my reach as climbing Everest a mere year or so ago.
Earlier this afternoon I spoke to Star. She's still here, in itself a miracle of determination, modern medicine and a demonstration of how superb the NHS can be when doctors are able to work together in the best interests of their patient. Her last round of chemotherapy was so hard on her that as she put it "the sepsis came out to play" and she spent 10 days in a High Dependency Unit being treated for both that and the pneumonia they discovered whilst she was there. Now she must gain weight before the next round of chemo can be started, ideally aided by a different type of feeding tube were she not too ill for the surgical procedure needed to even be considered.
All this and more made me think of my many good fortunes, but I'm ready for bed again now and happily Maddy has written about just that today