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One year today since diagnosis. Reflections and what do I do now.
Hello lovelies. I woke this morning to realise that it is one year today since my BC diagnosis. My goodnes, how time flies. Although sometimes this trip feels like it never ends. Yep, one whole ye...
What to do now. Well, at ungodly o'clock (which I just realised was ungodly plus one hour) I've Gumptioned my cookware.
I'm just on 12 months post diagnosis and I'm not so worried about the disease as I am about the general state of my life. Everything is grubby and disorganised. My half arsed attempts at housekeeping--which was never my strong point anyway--mean I'm living in conditions that are starting to resemble my uni years.
I am sure that 'That Poor Woman' (my shrink) would have some sage advice about priorities; such as concentrating on my work and studies. But, no. I'm having a mental churn in the early hours about how much I have to do, so I drag all my saucepans out and start giving them a super clean.
The ceilings are festooned with cobwebs, there is dog hair everywhere and the bathroom...Phhffft. I'm two weeks off submitting an assignment that I haven't even started, my boss is making polite noises about my not quite meeting deadlines---so I polish my pots and pans. At a time that means I will be completely rooted for the rest of the day.
Oh well, at least it will look like the kitchen fairies have visited in the night when I finally drag myself back out of bed.
Marg xxx
I'm just on 12 months post diagnosis and I'm not so worried about the disease as I am about the general state of my life. Everything is grubby and disorganised. My half arsed attempts at housekeeping--which was never my strong point anyway--mean I'm living in conditions that are starting to resemble my uni years.
I am sure that 'That Poor Woman' (my shrink) would have some sage advice about priorities; such as concentrating on my work and studies. But, no. I'm having a mental churn in the early hours about how much I have to do, so I drag all my saucepans out and start giving them a super clean.
The ceilings are festooned with cobwebs, there is dog hair everywhere and the bathroom...Phhffft. I'm two weeks off submitting an assignment that I haven't even started, my boss is making polite noises about my not quite meeting deadlines---so I polish my pots and pans. At a time that means I will be completely rooted for the rest of the day.
Oh well, at least it will look like the kitchen fairies have visited in the night when I finally drag myself back out of bed.
Marg xxx