Because life is just…. normal.
It’s not the normal we knew and loved, but it’s a new normal.
With the pandemic, everyone on the planet is adjusting to a new normal, so we’re no different there – just one of us has come out of this significantly less healthy than he was this time last year.
When we got the fantastic news from the scan I naively thought we’d hit upon some kind of magic cure, that Steve was now “better”, that with the lung tumours “undetectable” he would have that pesky kidney out, and we’d move on with our life, just the way it was.
But he’s not “better” – the reality is he’s actually not much better than he was at his worse – he’s not in as much acute pain, but he is still aching all over a lot of the the time, and chronically fatigued most of the time.
We’re hoping this will get better, that this is his body adjusting to the ongoing treatment. That he’ll get back to the 4 mile walks he was managing just at Christmas time, but at the moment he’s pushing it to have a little “constitutional” around the block most days.
This time last year we were at Lulworth Cove, having a few days away together with the dogs. The girls joined us for a couple of nights and we spent a brilliant day walking from where we stayed to Durdle Door, spending a couple of hours in the sheltered sunshine on the beach, then heading back over to Lulworth, getting caught in an incredible hail storm as we crested the hill, that continued all the way down the steps to Lulworth. We ended up in the pub, dripping wet and freezing cold with 2 whimpering, shivering dogs. Steve bravely walked them back up the hill to where we were staying and wrapped them up warm, then headed back to the pub for lunch with us.
Those are the days that memories are made of, and I’m sure we’ll find a way to make plenty more 🙂
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