Tuesday March 31st Lockdown Day 8
So here we are, going nowhere, on a journey into the unknown.
Talking to a friend at the weekend, he said he hoped I would start writing my blog again.
At first I thought this was a rather strange idea. Why should I pick up a now exhausted narrative about my journey through 7 weeks of radiotherapy?
I had made a very conscious decision to stop writing, to put all that cancerous stuff behind me, move on and get on with the rather interesting business of being alive. (I’m fine by the way – just regular three-monthly checks and the occasional scan).
But the more I thought about it, the more it seemed to make sense. I started digging back into the old blogs and the more I read, the more I knew that my friend was on to something.
Writing that blog really helped me get through a very difficult period. A period when I went out very little (apart from my daily appointment with Arnie The Terminator to have my nether regions blasted with laser guided death rays). A period when the future seemed clouded by uncertainty. A period where I was forced to confront my own mortality.
Sounds familiar?
So I think it’s time to lace up the walking boots, shoulder the pack and start walking again.
It’s a long road ahead, but at least I’m not walking alone this time. Actually, that’s not true, so many of you walked with me in spirit last time. But I think you know what I mean.
Come on let’s start walking shall we? The sooner we start, the sooner we’ll get across this strange silent land.
I think we should call it ‘Corona country’ .
As I wrote almost exactly four years ago in my very first blog: “…as the African proverb says: ‘If you want to go fast, travel alone. If you want to go far, travel together.’