Maggie's

Funny day. It's the anniversary of the Dunblane tragedy. 22 years. I know it affected everyone, but my baby was in primary one at the time and I remember so vividly how us mums clung together and held our little ones so tightly that night. I was spooked when the book I have been reading for months made mention of the tragedy, on the actual anniversary. Life is full of very strange coincidences.

My day didn't pan out the way I planned but not in a bad way..ended up with two walks, before 1! Took them out by myself. Then had a call from a vet friend. She is now unemployed for 6 months, part of the contract that she can't work locally. We went bog trotting and then had to put my bogging spaniels in her dog free car..thank goodness I grabbed a towel.

Giles came home to take me to see the breast nurse. I can now report that I am back to one boob again, my friendly seroma is no more. We popped in to the Maggie's centre. Wow. It's a serene friendly haven of care. We were treated to tea and biscuits, and I have been invited to my first meeting, an evening of make up demonstrations to boost self confidence. I feel a bit of a fraud. I feel well, no cancer victim me...but it won't hurt to meet some fellow allies... Just need to take time off work. All the workshops clash with my hours. Had to be a catch!!