It’s a little bit
difficult to know exactly how to begin this blog to be honest. I can’t go
through all the details of the last six months but I can tell you it’s been
both heavy and magical, and a million other things, all at the same time. The
consultations I’ve had, the anxiety and fear, the laughter, the incredible
people I’ve met, the learnings in it all… the experiences are indescribable
really but at the same time so deeply deeply treasured.
I’m just a few days
away from leaving New Zealand, a country that I love so much, but yet it feels
exactly perfect and the right time to be doing it. I had my bilateral
mastectomy just under 2 weeks ago. The wounds are healing nicely and the breast
specialist says that if healing continues as it is that I’m looking good to fly
next week. Flights are booked for Saturday so looks like we’re all set.
Kate and I are packing
up our place (well, Kate is really – I tend to be plonked on the sofa cheering
her on) and getting ready to head off, going on lovely walks down by the river
and taking in the magical views of Golden Bay in our last few days. We’re doing
research into all the wonderful things that the UK has to offer in terms of
complimentary therapies for cancer and generally looking into things the other
end for our arrival.
Kate and I are moving
into a cute wee cottage in the Sussex countryside that my incredible family are
kitting out for when we get home. Wow, what an incredible bunch my family is. What
a blessing to be able to focus on what I need to be focusing on – healing, the
journey back to the UK, mental preparation for chemotherapy and, when it comes
around, settling back in the UK and all the changes that that will bring.
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