On the weekend of 6th April Dan and me went to Wales for our friends' wedding. This was a simply lovely weekend and taught me my first important lesson about illness. Previously I had always thought that anyone with potential or actual illness must be thinking about it all the time and cannot enjoy anything.
Luckily, I was wrong. I thoroughly enjoyed myself and perhaps even appreciated it more because of the background worries I had. I certainly wasn't sat in the corner feeling bitter and jealous of all the other "healthy" people. My perception in the past that this must be what people with serious illness feel like was totally unfounded.
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