I am improving…today I got up and got dressed and ventured outside…Progress indeed! Albeit I was looking like an extra from Fiddler on the Roof in my fitted headscarf. Right ethnicity, but maybe cobalt blue is not quite the colour of the shtetl….Luckily (for Oxford) I was not well enough to attempt the singing and dancing routines just yet…maybe something for everyone to look forward to (?) in week 3 of the cycle!
New symptoms abound each time I open my eyes – heat type rash spreading like a fungus across my chest, my gums no longer seem to fit my teeth properly, I seem to be coughing up extraordinary things and, what little hair remains, seems to be spreading itself around the house like we have an invasion of small furry things…Fortunately, no symptoms that yet send me direct to hospital without passing go…so obviously lots of new experiences still lie in wait.
Regular life kicked in today as I heard of the death of a close friend’s husband, Terry Vickers. He spent his working life caring for others as a GP. Fortunately the NHS looked after him well in recent weeks/months – with its inevitable idiosyncrasies that always helps us chuckle in the bad moments. I feel deeply saddened at the loss of such a lively, friendly, accomplished, articulate, secular and empathetic northerner who I was proud to know and call my friend. My life is all the richer for knowing him.