One affirming visit from my lovely home nurse Joan, a check-in from my amazing family doctor (note it was a Saturday!!!) and I am back on track with my medication - and feeling so much better than I have the past few days. A lovely catch-up nap and a home-made dinner I had the energy to make myself in our lovely new kitchen.
Over the past few days of course the story had taken a turn - so violent that I truly wondered if I would make it here - whether the time had come for me to go to hospice. Held my sisters hand at the worst moments and said maybe my body was trying to tell me that this is the end while the tears dripped from our eyes.
But as the ever wise nurse Joan reminded me today - for patients like me, the roller-coaster may go up and down and a couple of days on the down slope is not necessarily an affirmation that ascension is not possible. Words that this morning I truly needed to hear.
So I could stop exclaiming how happy I am at this moment but I can't help myself - these days are a treasure - a precious gift - moments that I savour with every fibre of my being. Knowing what the alternative has felt like only makes this day sweeter. What counts as the best of days is shifting as this journey rolls along - right now two wee dogs recline on either side of me - counting rabbits in their dreams. We are in a space we all adore - we are comfortable and feel not a ping of sorrow at what we have left behind. Ready to build whatever memories time allows us...in a space that feels exactly like home - our sweet wee oasis that on so many levels was meant to be. So carry me up, Mr Roller-Coaster - strap me in - let's go.