Hopes and fears

I feel so well – the best I’ve felt in a long time – it seems ironical that tomorrow I start my tx and pitch myself into my year long battle against this horrible little virus. I am a very positive person – always half full rather than half empty – but I know already that this isn’t going to be easy sailing for me. For a start, I hate taking pills – any kind of pill – they all make me feel sick and more than anything else in the world I can’t stand feeling nauseous. So, before I even start I know I’m going to find it hard.

Today was great. I woke up with the idea of swapping around the family room and the dining room. God knows why this had to happen today – especially as we had a bunch of folk coming for lunch. Andrew was game, so no sooner had the idea been borne, we were trundling rugs and furniture from one room to another. I was actually energetic – haven’t felt like this for ages! We had a wonderful lunch which lasted until past 6pm, lots of laughs, good food and wine and it left me with a sense of what life is all about really – great friends! I love entertaining so hope I have the energy to keep this up during the year.(I did stick to water.....)

I’ve got lots of hopes - too many to recount here but......I hope that out of all the bad stuff I learn more about myself. I hope I’m not too crotchety with hubby and dad. I hope I don’t kick the cats. I hope that the brain fog doesn’t prevent me from playing bridge. I hope that I can help with the awareness of HepC. I hope I can help remove the stigma as perceived on this little island. I hope I complete the tx. I hope I win the battle!

So, into the fray I go and if I have anything to do with it I shall come out victorious.