A Chink Of Light

is opening up in the distance.

Much has changed since I last came here, some of it is permanent, some of it temporary. Three weeks after D for dumping-the-pills-day there is evidence of huge improvement, mentally more so than physically;  but hey, we are grateful for any crumb coming our way. The alternative doesn’t bear thinking about.

“You didn’t sign up for this, did you?”

and

“It shouldn’t be such hard work for you to keep me alive.”

he said. He’s back.

He has a point, this “in sickness and in health” bit came as quite a shock. I’ve learned a lot about myself in the last two months. I’m no Florence Nightingale - come to think of it, my track record compares favourably to hers, at least my patient is still alive whereas most of hers died - but there’s no point getting impatient with someone whose mind has gone walkabout, no matter how tired you are.

Oh yes, he had another adventure: driving an old banger on Top Gear. It was terrifying, he said. Still, at least that was a bit nearer home than fighting in the Russian Revolution.


I won’t be able to catch up with all your comments. I’ll have to start afresh. Thank you all for your good wishes and prayers. I am sure they helped.