I forgot to mention, the relationship thing - didn't work out. No surprise there really, I'm rubbish at relationships. Maybe I'm being hard on myself - he just wasn't "the one" for me. I gave it three months but my feelings waned and it was clear we both felt differently. It's unusual for me to the be one ending things, but the recent death of a friend's father (terminally ill with prostate cancer spread to his bones) made me have a rethink. I can't spend my time with someone I don't really care about that much - however "nice" he is. I certainly won't be with someone just for the sake of it or to ease the loneliness. I'm happy just appreciating what I have which is a very simple, uneventful but reasonable existance in what is essentially good health.
I was diagnosed in December 2006 (officially in January 2007) with Stage 3b rectal cancer. As soon as I became ill enough to think I might not just be over tired from finishing my previous house and moving to another doer upper, I started recording everything. It was an ongoing struggle to remain positive but every year got easier. Treatment for damage caused by treatment to save my life was ongoing and every 6 months I had blood tests and saw my oncologist for him to assure me I'm "Fine". However I'm no longer "fine" and was on a palliative care pathway but passed away on 8th February 2012. Read my blog and remember me.