day 1

Dawn has broken on the big day. I say broken, more trickled. The steroids I took yesterday have kept me awake all night. Lots of time to think. I have had more messages of encouragement from all over, many from people I have never even met which is quite humbling*

* note to self- when we are through this  make more effort to be a better person. Maybe not in the Mandela/Theresa envelope, just more thoughtful.

I have all of the texts, emails and Facebook messages saved on my phone to inspire me. I should make special mention of an email from my Aunty Gill & Uncle Rick which drew a little tear but which is about the most positive and beautiful thing I have ever read.   

9.30am -  ring ward to check a bed is available. It isn't. Bugger. Got to ring back at 12. More later

12.00 - rang ward. No bed. Ring back tomorrow. Bugger. At least I'll have a comfy bed tonight.

   fed up of Wolstanton with the family pet