I've entered a new stage of recovery.
I think I might call it.............the 'plateau'. Everything seems to have stabilised and no more progress seems to have occurred. I'm not enjoying this bit.
I miss, waking happy, excited even!
I miss, going to sleep without wondering if there are nasty cells dividing and multiplying in my head.
I miss, helping my children across the road. Not the other way round.
I miss, driving.
I miss, just dropping everything and popping out to the shops.
I miss, going somewhere unsupervised.
I miss, the days when my biggest worry was deciding what to feed everyone for dinner.
I miss, the days when Radiologists, Neurologists and Opthamologists were not in my general discussions and thoughts.
I miss, being able to organise a surprise for my family without consulting them or having them with me.
I miss, my normally smooth nails that don't have deep ridges across them from one particular moment of physical and mental stress.
I miss, going to playcentre.
I miss, teaching.
I miss, picking up my children and chatting to the teachers and mums.
I miss, picking up my children without the glances and knowing looks.
I miss, just being mum and wife. Not the mum or wife "with the brain tumour".
I miss, the sunshine. This rain is unrelenting.
I miss, hanging out in the library, and having the focus to read a whole book.
I miss being able to post on here without tears.
To be continued..............