chugging along, nicely

It's been a while since I've posted anything - says Captain Obvious - but really, it has all been good. At least, it has been good for me.

My medicines have kicked in nicely, and I find that I am not tired all the time, and that most days I feel almost 'normal'. I am able to average close to six-thousand steps a day on most days, and on some days, I've broken the seven-thousand step mark. For me, that is brilliant progress and it makes me very happy.

But, everything around me hasn't been quite so rosy:

My son has been with us recovering from an operation, and for a while I was consumed with worry about him. He is on the road to recovery now, and soon will be back at work, fingers crossed.

On Saturday, my little dachshund, Bella, collapsed after coughing, and a visit to the vet's tells us that she has a grossly enlarged heart, and that it's pressing on her trachea. She will be 13 on the 29th of this month, so my little angel is an old girl, isn't she?

She's on medication, and it seems to be working, and I am so grateful to see her almost smiling again.

Bella

Today, an artist friend posted on Facebook that she has Stage 4 cancer, and I was very upset by the news. She is a year younger than I am, and I am so very sad for her. Recently re-married, and so happy, it must be quite devastating to find out something like this. But, she is a believer in god and she has turned to prayer to bring her solace. She sounds like she's taking this so well, and I hope that that is true.

Of course, reading about her made me remember my PH, and what it means. It's like someone says, in one of the PH-blogs I read a while back: We are all going to die. And yes, we all may go out there and get hit by a bus tomorrow, and it would be sayonara. But the difference for me - and for my friend, now - is that we know the bus-number, who the driver is, and when it will be coming down the lane.

Our move back to KL is taking its own sweet time. Still. Our contractor isn't the most organised man in the world, and there are lots of bits and pieces yet to be pulled together before we can call it finished. I myself will not be able to move till all the dust has settled, literally. Hahaha. But, I'm cautiously optimistic that December might be IT! At least, we should be able to see the last of him by the end of this month, fingers crossed.

I'm learning to make this true, for me.