Today I got the results of the gynae issues. All the questionable tissue has been removed and thoroughly examined - and it's all OK.
It's funny how sometimes you don't realise how uptight you've been about something until learning there is nothing to be worried about. I am so thankful that Christmas won't have this worry hanging over it for me.
Thankyou everyone. All the staff I met at the hospital were lovely, but I hope it is a long time before I see them again in that setting. I am celebrating by planting a couple of Kowhai trees. They are a NZ native and bear yellow flowers.
Some mini roses have now been added to the plantings. I do tend to go overboard in my celebrations, and planting roses means they will remind me of my gratitude.
I realised when I looked at my garden that most of my roses are in memory of someone - a Great Aunt (Wee Millie), Mum, Dad, Grandad, Pete, who died too young, and some friends from years ago (hopefully still alive, but we've lost touch).
Also coming to give thanks that a friend, a retired builder, who cuts my lawn and fixes things that I have neither the tools nor the expertise to do, has had his first jab. Vaccine passports are required to get into his favourite fish and chip shop so he decided it was essential he had one. I am so relieved because NZ is beginning to open up a bit more, which will mean the chances of catching the plague are higher and he has medical conditions that would make him more susceptible. I never argued the importance of the vaccination with him, but I was beginning to worry for him and about my chances of catching it from him.
P & T from me today, as it's exactly six years since (after a series of seizures) an MRI scan discovered that I had a brain tumour the size of an Orange which was successfully removed in May 2016, and has left me still warm and breathing, if somewhat less mobile than I used to be!
P & T to the much-abused NHS, and the neuro-oncology team at King's College Hospital in London.
This is a really silly one. Long, long ago, I had, for a requested birthday present, a device which could be a slow cooker, a powered saucepan, or a mine fryer. Very useful it was for one person.
By and by, social services placed in a flat next door a teenage mother who needed protection from an ex. They put her in there, a long way from shops, with no kettle, no cooker, no fridge, but a microwave. So she would have to go out and buy fresh food each day, pushing a buggy all the way.
So I gave her my spare kettle, the result of a market trader giving me 2 for 1 for some reason. And on second thoughts, lent her my 3 for 2 cooker and recipe book, despite the little voice that told me as I walked round there (you won't get it back, you know). It was the right thing to do. It had gone by Christmas, when I asked to borrow it back for the pudding. And when they took her away somewhere else where he wouldn't find her, there was no trace of it in the flat.
Over the years I have tried to find a replacement, but nothing was quite as useful, and online searches have been no use. And I have forgotten it.
Until this week, when a boxed one appeared on ebay, and I won the auction. I am so pleased. It feels that someone wants me to be happy.
I am preparing the one that I never use to put on ebay myself. Maybe the person I beat would like it.
Mind you, there are more important things that could turn up in my life.
I went down to the shore of the Sea of Galilee today.
The colours were simply indescribable. Meaning I couldn't name them: eg blue or even pale blue or even dull, bluey-grey. It was cloudy and misty with a strong East wind; which even has its own name - the Sharqiya. (So it's that growly, guttural "k" in Arabic which gets transliterated as "q".)
It was a mystical experience of a high order as I was alone (well, apart from Frantzie, my "wee ginger job" of a dog ).
I also had a flask of TEA (Twinings Green Tea and Ginger) at Perfect Drinking Temperature. I wore my thick, dark blue, vaguely army-style, heavy cotton quilted parka and my scarf tied around the outside to keep the hood up and the wind out
I've had a hard time the past couple of months and I am very grateful to have had some time of unalloyed peace and solitude .
This is a really silly one. Long, long ago, I had, for a requested birthday present, a device which could be a slow cooker, a powered saucepan, or a mine fryer. Very useful it was for one person.
By and by, social services placed in a flat next door a teenage mother who needed protection from an ex. They put her in there, a long way from shops, with no kettle, no cooker, no fridge, but a microwave. So she would have to go out and buy fresh food each day, pushing a buggy all the way.
So I gave her my spare kettle, the result of a market trader giving me 2 for 1 for some reason. And on second thoughts, lent her my 3 for 2 cooker and recipe book, despite the little voice that told me as I walked round there (you won't get it back, you know). It was the right thing to do. It had gone by Christmas, when I asked to borrow it back for the pudding. And when they took her away somewhere else where he wouldn't find her, there was no trace of it in the flat.
Over the years I have tried to find a replacement, but nothing was quite as useful, and online searches have been no use. And I have forgotten it.
Until this week, when a boxed one appeared on ebay, and I won the auction. I am so pleased. It feels that someone wants me to be happy.
I am preparing the one that I never use to put on ebay myself. Maybe the person I beat would like it.
Mind you, there are more important things that could turn up in my life.
It was a good thing you did, @Penny S , especially as you knew you wouldn't get the cooker back. Well done!
I went down to the shore of the Sea of Galilee today.
The colours were simply indescribable. Meaning I couldn't name them: eg blue or even pale blue or even dull, bluey-grey. It was cloudy and misty with a strong East wind; which even has its own name - the Sharqiya. (So it's that growly, guttural "k" in Arabic which gets transliterated as "q".)
It was a mystical experience of a high order as I was alone (well, apart from Frantzie, my "wee ginger job" of a dog ).
I also had a flask of TEA (Twinings Green Tea and Ginger) at Perfect Drinking Temperature. I wore my thick, dark blue, vaguely army-style, heavy cotton quilted parka and my scarf tied around the outside to keep the hood up and the wind out
I've had a hard time the past couple of months and I am very grateful to have had some time of unalloyed peace and solitude .
Galilit - I can still remember how beautiful those muted blue-grey colours can be at this time of year. I'm so glad it brought you moments of peace and calm.
I've been offered a permanent job by the employer I've been working at via a temp agency for the past 6 months. (I don't believe in jobs being permanent. There's always potential for me and the management at any given employer to start rubbing each other up the wrong way. However, I have really liked the team I'm in and the work I'm doing for the past 6 months, and going permanent means I can keep working with the lovely children currently on my caseload for the foreseeable future, which is a good thing all round.)
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I’m glad. I mean—it’ll be like, a win for our side, if one of us gets good news!!
So many emails just could not even be looked at.
Oh, what a pity.
It's funny how sometimes you don't realise how uptight you've been about something until learning there is nothing to be worried about. I am so thankful that Christmas won't have this worry hanging over it for me.
I see what you did there!
So do I, and I fully support it!
Some mini roses have now been added to the plantings. I do tend to go overboard in my celebrations, and planting roses means they will remind me of my gratitude.
Also coming to give thanks that a friend, a retired builder, who cuts my lawn and fixes things that I have neither the tools nor the expertise to do, has had his first jab. Vaccine passports are required to get into his favourite fish and chip shop so he decided it was essential he had one. I am so relieved because NZ is beginning to open up a bit more, which will mean the chances of catching the plague are higher and he has medical conditions that would make him more susceptible. I never argued the importance of the vaccination with him, but I was beginning to worry for him and about my chances of catching it from him.
P & T to the much-abused NHS, and the neuro-oncology team at King's College Hospital in London.
By and by, social services placed in a flat next door a teenage mother who needed protection from an ex. They put her in there, a long way from shops, with no kettle, no cooker, no fridge, but a microwave. So she would have to go out and buy fresh food each day, pushing a buggy all the way.
So I gave her my spare kettle, the result of a market trader giving me 2 for 1 for some reason. And on second thoughts, lent her my 3 for 2 cooker and recipe book, despite the little voice that told me as I walked round there (you won't get it back, you know). It was the right thing to do. It had gone by Christmas, when I asked to borrow it back for the pudding. And when they took her away somewhere else where he wouldn't find her, there was no trace of it in the flat.
Over the years I have tried to find a replacement, but nothing was quite as useful, and online searches have been no use. And I have forgotten it.
Until this week, when a boxed one appeared on ebay, and I won the auction. I am so pleased. It feels that someone wants me to be happy.
I am preparing the one that I never use to put on ebay myself. Maybe the person I beat would like it.
Mind you, there are more important things that could turn up in my life.
The colours were simply indescribable. Meaning I couldn't name them: eg blue or even pale blue or even dull, bluey-grey. It was cloudy and misty with a strong East wind; which even has its own name - the Sharqiya. (So it's that growly, guttural "k" in Arabic which gets transliterated as "q".)
It was a mystical experience of a high order as I was alone (well, apart from Frantzie, my "wee ginger job" of a dog ).
I also had a flask of TEA (Twinings Green Tea and Ginger) at Perfect Drinking Temperature. I wore my thick, dark blue, vaguely army-style, heavy cotton quilted parka and my scarf tied around the outside to keep the hood up and the wind out
I've had a hard time the past couple of months and I am very grateful to have had some time of unalloyed peace and solitude .
It was a good thing you did, @Penny S , especially as you knew you wouldn't get the cooker back. Well done!
That sounds so lovely!
I'm now more hopeful for X than I have been for the past 6 weeks. We didn't get a miracle perfect solution, but seem to have managed to get something pretty good in place for X. https://forums.shipoffools.com/discussion/comment/473543/#Comment_473543
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I've been offered a permanent job by the employer I've been working at via a temp agency for the past 6 months. (I don't believe in jobs being permanent. There's always potential for me and the management at any given employer to start rubbing each other up the wrong way. However, I have really liked the team I'm in and the work I'm doing for the past 6 months, and going permanent means I can keep working with the lovely children currently on my caseload for the foreseeable future, which is a good thing all round.)
And I meant to say @Galilit - that was such a brilliant evocation of a peaceful restorative moment.
Also giving thanks that my daughter, who is in Poland, will not, after all, be stuck there over Christmas. Looked likely for a while.