Friday 1st July 2011 was a defining date. A beautiful sunny day with blue sky and a warm breeze. I could not see the sun and I did not feel the warm breeze. The morning was spent in a surreal blurr. We took my beloved Meg for a walk along the river and through fields of sheep to the Church in Publow. We have done this walk many times but on Friday it looked different. Once back at home all we could do was wait for 2pm and the call from the Specialist Colon Nurse. A watched clock ticks so very slowly. I cannot put into words the intense fear that had gripped us both by now - the darkest hours I have spent to date. Praying the news would be good and dreading that we would hear the worst.
Finally the call and Mia said immediately without hesitation - "It's good news!" Never have those three little words sounded so fantastic! We cried instantly before Mia even had a chance to explain further.
It hadn't spread, they could operate and take the tumour out...
We cried for quite a while and then the rush to tell loved ones the 'good news'!
We were all euphoric that eve but we all knew this was just the first hurdle...my journey was only just beginning. The battle had not even started...
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