This week has been full of them: the first day I realised something was definitely wrong with my breathing during/after exercise, the first time I saw a doctor about it and had a suite of blood tests ordered, my first ECG (which came back normal).
This weekend last year I packed to go on our family holiday to Bristol, knowing something was wrong with me; but also knowing that blood test results would take a while to come back, my blood pressure and ECG were fine, and anyway Bristol has a large hospital if I got suddenly worse.
I'm really glad I made that decision to go: we had a great time, we visited the zoo and Clifton Suspension Bridge and @Bristol and the SS Great Britain; we found lots of Shaun-the-Sheep models and followed various trails around the city to find them, and although I kept getting weirdly out of breath, it just slowed me down a bit, it didn't stop us.
We made a lot of memories of having fun together as a family that week. I never got round to posting here about Bristol, because I ended up in hospital a couple of days after we got back, but the holiday memories were a comfort then and now, the last golden days before I got really ill.
It's nearly another fortnight to the anniversary of my diagnosis. I see my consultant a few days before then, to get the latest bone marrow test results. I'm glad it's that way around. I'm pretty confident about the results: I still feel like I am getting continually, if slowly, better. Today I cycled Nico to a party over in Fulbourn, 10km each way, which I'd have found mildly challenging before I got ill. I might have to spend the rest of the day in bed, but it was worth it.
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