A nice up of tea

 I just had a nice cup of tea and a bit of a cry. The power of a good friend, ready to let you let go a little bit can't really be measured. 

She and I haven't seen each other as much recently. I know how lucky we are that, when so much of the rest of the world is doing everything remotely we get any time at all but the quality of just popping round is endlessly important. 

I didn't let go completely because, right now, I can't. It's not so much the scan but the results. We were talking about if we might host a new years eve party. Depends on the results. I'm already in, who knows what might happen. The extreme possibility is that I need some kind of immediate intervention. Get it out now now. Best case scenario is always, re-scan in a year. 

scanxity

I'm quietly freaking out.

I'm used to a level of routine and the annual process. I'm used to my hospitals in my country and now I've got to do it in a new place and a new country.

Even booking the flights is causing issues. 

The frustration and fear, bubbling around. 

My uncle Ken

 This morning I received the sad news that he had died. I knew he was ill but it was still a shock. He was a constant in my childhood, a calm and kind man who always made me feel loved and valued. He was one of the first people I was aware of who got divorced and this seemed an extraordinary thing and at the same time no issue at all. 

He came with his stories and strong accent and I overwhelmingly think of him with a moustache. He leaves behind two children, my cousins, both grown up and with their won children who will, without doubt be very sad to have lost their loving granddad. 

The thing I most treasure about him is that when he worked, he was a funeral director and when my brother died, over twenty years ago, he brought my brothers body back home and took him safely to the church where we got to say our last goodbye. I always loved the thought that he had taken care of him, as I know he would do for all of us, and for many years comforted myself with the knowledge that if I were to follow in my brother's early fate, my uncle would, without doubt look after me too. 

I'm so very sad for all those who loved him, not least my dad, his big brother. And I see just how strange it must be that my dad has, against all the odds, outlived his little brother. The older I get and the more people who die, parents of friends, cousins, uncles, aunts, brother's sisters I see how remarkable it is that I really thought I wouldn't have my dad around now. That those who have always seemed healthy and strong have gone before, that I can see more people I love experience grief, is a surprise to me. And in the veil of sadness I take a sip at hope and cherish its warmth because I see that I may be here to know and love m grandchildren and be around long enough that when I die, my daughter will have had me around for a very long time. 

no matter what room you're in

You still feel fate dancing around you.

You still know that it can change on a whisper

You know that some people get it and some never will

You see the gap between getting on with it and getting by

I did it again

 such was the success of my talk to year 10 biology students I was called on to do it again for r 12. Such a privilege to speak to them about my experience and to raise awareness. I couldn't quite remember my list, skipped some bits and went back. 

And, almost as if the VHL fairies were aware of my good deed the scan referral I have been waiting for came through. I was amused that it wasn't a complete list, even my doctors aren't sure what I have and haven't got, had, been removed. 

So all things being well I can now move forward with booking a scan and can find out what the potential damage may be from the delay. And it made me feel strange. It was so real today. 

precision over beauty

Across the globe teachers and students are coming to terms with the prospect of another year of teacher assessed grades.

I'm currently in a bar, with two TV screens, one showing golf, one showing gymnastics. Both professional level.

The golf good holds more beauty.

The gymnastics has become a way to give a score. Impossible for me to do it. Golf, so much for accessible. 

They should both feel possible. Only one does.

And to exams. 

It's become about prescion and not about beauty. It's about collecting data, quickly. 

It's about right and wrong.

It's clumsy.

It's unfair.

It's never capable of being perfect.

craniversay

It's still remarkable to me that I'm where I am today. I remember the complete reliance on the hope that 5 years ago, they world say ok, yes we will operate. Those of you who know, know. Surgery can be booked in and yet so many things can prevent it happening. 

I don't remember the night before being very different to the many that went before except that hope, an anxious, delicate hope that I almost didn't want to believe in. In case it was snatched away.

I suspect that's how many people are feeling about the election in America right now. Almost too much to believe in, the outcome potentially saving you or the dangerous, frightening chance that they will be even more peril than before.

'I can only make one garuntee and that's I could make you worse.' 

They didn't. I woke up as me, a new me, ready to scrub off the layers that has invisibly stayed on me as I lay in the hospital bed. I know that most of that is gone. But you can't ever be the same after a prolonged exposure to fear and discomfort. I hope America can heal, move on and live with joy, appreciating what it so nearly lost. I am.