I've just realise that we're nearly 100 days into this cancer, i.e. since we had the formal diagnosis. Does that sound like a lot? It feels like a long time; in fact I struggle to remember what life was like when we didn't know and were living in what we can now call blissful ignorance.
I had planned to get out in the garden today, but the rain came down quite early on so I abandoned that idea, which was vindicated when our ex-neighbours Bill and Di popped in. They moved out to Portugal a year ago, and were visiting to attend their friend's wedding (who incidentally used to own our house!). Bill has a particular fondness for Sidney, which I think I've mentioned before, so he really comes back to see him and puts up with us along the way!! But it was really nice to see them again, and hear how well they are doing out in Portugal - they have a lovely house with huge grounds, a pool, and are starting to grow their own fruit, veg and grazing for their horses. I am going to start calling them Tom and Barbara....
We had a pootle (don't you love that word??) into Ryde this afternoon - we had to collect a repeat prescription for C so wandered around a bit, got some takeaway lunch and a couple of 'bits' (Sellotape, stamps, you know, the boring stuff) and headed home. C tucked into his hot sausage baguette with gusto, which is nice to see as he was off his food for some time recently; he even managed to avoid getting the obligatory brown sauce down himself...
All in all it's been a quiet day, which we rounded off with a nice log fire in the evening as it has got quite cold again. Things seem fairly normal at the moment in the sense that we've had no major dramas and C is doing fine. Time to celebrate with some nice cold wine methinks...
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