Hello everyone,
Well, things are pushing on for the wedding and I'm pretty much sorted now. Have to say I'm really looking forward to it, to be liz's husband more than anything else. We were lying on the bed tonight just looking in to each others eyes and all I could think (about my cancer) was 'I won't fucking let you beat me, I won't, this is too good a life to end so prematurely'. I love her so much, she can never know how much she has changed my life forever. I'm sure I'll be crying like a big jessy come the wedding day, it's going to mean so much to me, and I know how much it will mean to Liz too. Having a meal with the all the immediate families will be really nice too. Health wise I'm doing grand, I'm still eating like a horse and feeling very active and I even went for a swim this morning. Going to take a little while to get back in to exercising after so long off but it felt topper having a swim. I'm off through to the hospice tomorrow for a free massage so that will really help to clear my head, I'm looking forward to it, it's been ages since I've had a massage. The last one was in India, which although it was really good it was a little uncomfortable on the naked/privacy thing. I'm guessing this one won't be anything like that. Also booked in for a proper hair cut on tuesday. Fuck knars what they are going to do with it as I have my hair as 4 on top, 1 up the back and sides, but it will be relaxing just having someone faff on with my hair for an hour or whatever.
I have quite horrific wind tonight, even I was repelled by some of the ones I've unleashed, but with that revulsion comes a bit of pride too.
Quick mention to my dad on fathers day, he often reads this (which I never knew, feel all embarrassed). He's the best dad and I love him loads. He bought a new boat for fishing and has called it 'Hazey days' which I loved, a really nice touch. I'll post a picture of it when I can be arsed to get it off hotmail.
phew, there's another foul arse breath.
I keep meaning to blog more but I've just been too lazy, much like writing the letters I keep saying I'll do. I'm half way through writing a letter to phyllis, the chaplain at kings, and I'm determined to finish it and also start my other letters. Liz bumped in to her when she went to pick up the scans and had a nice chat with her, Phyllis even saying that I was an incredibly special person and an amazing person to talk to. I was really touched by that, I like to think I'm quite engaging when I get rambling about cosmology, nature, physics, the meaning of it all, but there's a fine line between 'engaging' and 'fucking boring'.
the scans have gone off to europe so guess we'll see what they say |
