It seems to have taken no time at all for a shy little boy, lacking in self confidence,
to turn into a right clever clogs!
After being presented with the piece of paper that confirms he
we celebrated with pizzas all round.
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Two years ago on this day I had radical surgery following a diagnosis of a gynaecological malignant melanoma.
Two years.
Whilst that may be a milestone of sorts, there's no room for complacency as this is a cancer that has a nasty habit of coming back, anywhere, and, for that reason, I still have at least 3 monthly checks at the hospital.
In some ways, this "after" part is even harder, with every twinge and ache, every lump and bump, anything which might constitute "a change" becoming significant.
It's been described by others as being akin to driving whilst continuously looking in the rear view mirror.
I know what they mean.
But I'm trying really hard to live with the fear, to eat well, to walk more, to enjoy each day as it comes.