Feb 9 – Why songs matter? Don’t you find they
can sometimes say exactly what your feeling at that very moment. Well, I’m
listening to good old Tracy, ‘Born to Fight’. Earlier in the day I had asked my
landlady if she didn’t mind putting the water on so I could have a bath. She
told me to wait and that was 2 hours ago. So surely the water is now hot, off I
go, dressing gown, epilator, mud mask, have a pamper I tell myself. I can’t
tell you how much I love baths but I can’t really have one here because her
boiler doesn’t generate enough hot water to have a decent amount of water in
the bath. This was an exception.
I had been to see the consultant this morning,
mostly all goobldy goop. My daughter was on loudspeaker so I’m sure she’ll run
through it with me later. All I know is the CAT scan was clear. There may be
some issues with some lymph nodes but the MRI will pick that up next week. She
asked some more questions and I realize she is extremely worried about this
thing coming back and the recovery period. A whole year, A WHOLE F………. YEAR OF
MY LIFE! Great.
I’ve
calmed down. So I talk to a dear friend who I have not spoken to, for a long
time, too long sometimes. Why do we do that? Why do we get blind sighted by
everyday life and lose touch with people who have touched our hearts along the way?
Who knows but we are all guilty of that, me included. I have an explanation for
that, it’s called techno phobe, even though as parents we say, I will not
become my parent, we all do. We stop learning and that’s what I did stopped and
technology whizzed by and I became afraid of using it. My daughter has been
telling me do a blog for such a long time. I know she is so proud.
I called my younger brother today and left a
message for him. I also sent him the link to this blog, ‘watch this space’.
So I was saying, I’m heading for a small soak in
the bath, Tracy in my ears, I turn the water on, let it run, I get undressed
and get in and sit down without thinking about it. The water is cold. I turn it
off and sit in a pool of cold water. I close my eyes and hear the words, 'I was
born to fight’. The tears come and I wipe them away. I get out and decide not
to have a bath. Some things in life are just meant to be and some are not and
today a bath was not meant to be!
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