Dear diary/fans,
Some of you know this already,
others maybe not.
After each operation,
I went downhill.
First a valve operation
for my heart,
complications as well.
The next year my oesophagus
was taken out because of cancer,
lost my voice for a long time but
recently got it back.
Due to stopping the anti-clotting
tablets beforehand I got more
brain infarctions, which made me more
out of balance.
Polyps were taken from my colon,
some benign, others pre-malignant.
So this needs to be checked this year
again, as there were so many.

Now this leg will take month
to heal but I am allowed to
walk on it or I have to keep
it high. A nurse comes every day
for the bandage- not so nice.
Robert ( my hubby ) is overprotective
won't let me drive the car.
And now is hesitant about a future doggy.

For the first time in my life
I feel self-pity.
So very very WRONG.