It's back.
After a disease free interval of 10 years, my lobular carcinoma is back. You bewdy. The first tumour took months to diagnose, the new one was in the site of an old seroma that I had been monitoring f...
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Gawd, the thought of moving... My son, deeply sympathetic soul that he is (no idea where he got that from) called in the other day, had a cuppa and said "Um, Mum, are you going to start chucking some of this stuff out?". I got a bit miffed and told him I might have a clearing sale and sell all the tools in my workshop. Transfer my interest to knitting or some such instead of building, hammering and welding. That would constitute cleaning up, surely. Apparently that wasn't quite what he had in mind :)
He has a point. The whole idea of getting my affairs in order is paralysing me. I keep wandering around thinking "Where do I start?". I was in the same head space 10 years ago, but now things are a bit more serious.
Barring me having some sort of accident (which I'd like to hope would be of both a spectacular and ridiculous nature), this disease is going to kill me. Logically, and scientifically, I'm in no different a position from anyone else. People die unexpectedly--it will happen to someone today--the only difference is that I know it's likely to happen fairly soon. But, and this is the big but, what am I going to want to do in the meantime? Potter with my stuff, I'd predict.
I might start small and prune the linen cupboard. Who needs 20 sets of sheets? I've already gone through my clothing and lugged garbage bags of really quite stylish garments and foot ware to the op shop. But what do you do with 100's of pot plants, multiple outdoor settings? Dozens of cushions. Rack and racks of timer and steel...So no, I don't think moving is an option right at the moment.
He has a point. The whole idea of getting my affairs in order is paralysing me. I keep wandering around thinking "Where do I start?". I was in the same head space 10 years ago, but now things are a bit more serious.
Barring me having some sort of accident (which I'd like to hope would be of both a spectacular and ridiculous nature), this disease is going to kill me. Logically, and scientifically, I'm in no different a position from anyone else. People die unexpectedly--it will happen to someone today--the only difference is that I know it's likely to happen fairly soon. But, and this is the big but, what am I going to want to do in the meantime? Potter with my stuff, I'd predict.
I might start small and prune the linen cupboard. Who needs 20 sets of sheets? I've already gone through my clothing and lugged garbage bags of really quite stylish garments and foot ware to the op shop. But what do you do with 100's of pot plants, multiple outdoor settings? Dozens of cushions. Rack and racks of timer and steel...So no, I don't think moving is an option right at the moment.