Just over a fortnight and

My base mood is lighter.

I'm still too tired, but of course I'm healing so... and they want me to stay on Letrozole which does this anyway. Being ill makes one tired. Healing makes one tired. Medicine makes one tired.

Up at 7.30 am, beat by 11.30 am. Rubbish.

But there is a lightness underneath all this. I wonder how long I was being affected by the growing tumour before any real indication of what was wrong? Maybe it's psychosomatic, there's got to be a massive element of relief involved. I feel much more positive in myself. It's all good.

More energy needed, and more sleep. Last night was full of such busy dreams, and I forgot them all! A pity, they interested me at the time. I want to catch up with chums, but the fatigue is still intense. I am hoping to invite them all out for dinner next week, but this week... a moment's vanity is already causing me half-trepidations. I arranged a trip to the hairdressers and am already wondering if the walk's a good idea. I know the answer already; of course it's a good idea, any issues, call a taxi. But there won't be any issues. Just shrug it off, it'll be fine.

We were right not to go to Rhodes or Lindisfarne, I don't think I could quite give either the enthusiasm they deserve right now. But it won't be long before that changes.

Even now I must stop writing this. Where did the energy come from yesterday? Never mind, it will be back.

Slow, always too slow for me, I don't like to hang around. But yes, this is healing.