With 3 days to go until treatment starts, it becomes increasingly more difficult not to have 'bad' thoughts. Will this be our last holiday together, that sort of thing. Fortunately I have a foolproof plan to put all morbid thoughts to the back of my mind.
It involves discussing a range of topics
with my marvellous family which are guaranteed to stimulate heated debate and naturally steer my thoughts to more mundane matters. eg:
- fried bread-is it any good for you
- the 3 musketeers
- elo
- the beautiful weather
- at what point should Archie start shaving
- where does Grace put all of that food
- is it a good idea to complete the 5 mile walk round the Great Orme
you get the idea. It has worked anyway. We have done the walk and I am now too knackered to think about anything. Result
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