Beyond compare

I give thanks for waking up in a peaceful place with nothing to rush for so I could rest some more.

I give thanks for finding an email already waiting when I finally stirred...

I give thanks for brilliant tennis during the afternoon and evening yesterday..the sort where you can't help vocalising your astonishment, admiration or dismay. Or sometimes actually applaud. Or is that just me, who claps on their own at home in front of the TV? Who cares...loved it anyway!

I give thanks for the ice cream colours in the sky afterwards. Blueberry, peach and clotted cream... and was grateful for the little gaps in the heavy cloud this morning sprinkling sunshine sparkles on the surface of the sea.

I'm grateful to Jan for saying she'd have a go at making the ear rings I would make if I still could. I would have bought the beads from her at beadaholics so this way neither of us is missing out!

I'm grateful for finally getting washed (including my hair) and dressed. I know I don't have to but I like to you know, though it seems a challenge sometimes. My GP assures me I'm meant to feel feeble but I'm sure I didn't feel very much weaker when my anaemia was considerably worse. Ah, the curse of comparisons. I'm fine enough and I'm grateful for the luxury of being able to do these things and in my own time too...

And I give thanks to Ann for updating us about how her son Tony is doing. How hard it must be for her and all his family and friends. Tony was one of the people I 'met' when I joined Cancerchat to talk about my feelings about dying. He was one of those who, at that time, was thought to be more well than me. Carole was another. Of course one knows the ways that life and death transpire are rarely 'fair', but people so loved and precious moving ahead of really rather dispensable me in the queue seems especially poignant and sad.