Firstly I am sitting Shiva for who I was and who I can never be again. This means I sit and mourn that which has gone and let others do everything for me for seven days. I quite like that idea - the lack of responsibility, the ability to concentrate on one's own grief, the time set aside to mourn.
Colleen's email was all about her quilt, did I like it? Did I hate it? Do I no longer want it? What? How? When? Why?
I love it and am awaiting instructions on how to hang it properly.
Dad, I hope this explains a bit, along with the arrival of C, the lymphodema nurse who has transformed our lives but given me a long list of things to do, four Drs appointments in the hospital and a lot of exercises etc for me to start. I am knackered. Absolutely knackered.