A hopeful walk

Sometimes it’s difficult to write a blog every day, I mean what is there to write about everyday, but that I look at my children, my wife, I look out side I go for a walk and suddenly there is a whole bunch of stuff to talk about. I apologize for the use of the word “bunch” you can blame it on Ella my eldest, hardly a sentence goes by without the word bunch being included, that’s ok by me, I kind of like it and I’ve just noticed the z in apologize, oops there it is again, you can tell from the start this blog is going to be a bit silly.

You need silly in your life you know, I often listen to stand up comedy when I’m not feeling too great. I often wonder what it would be like standing in front of an audience telling funny stories and jokes, kudos to the guys that do that, because we need people like them in our lives to just make things that bit better now and then.

It’s the weekend the family are having a bit of chill time, I’ve just whizzed up a new smoothie this one is different but oh my god it’s good. Here’s the ingredients Ive cobbled together today.

• 2 scoops of coffee flavoured huel
• 2 Bananas with their peels🍌
• 1 tangerine with peel🍊
• 1 Apple 🍏
• 1 teaspoon ginger
• 1 teaspoon cumin
• Handful of frozen summer berries🍓

This smoothie comes out a kind of deep purple colour and is full of a bunch of cancer bustin stuff 😄

Talking of comedy I read a story about a man who quite literally laughed himself back to health after being given an extremely low chance of surviving a deadly illness, his name was Norman Cousins and he cured himself by taking large amounts of vitamin c and watching the Marcs Brothers

“Hearty laughter is a good way to jog internally without having to go outdoors.”
-Norman Cousins

Reading positive things is such a powerful tonic, there is much to find as I wander through the internet. I randomly find articles that inspire and fill me with hope. Miracles are not as uncommon as you might think. Doctors are often left scratching their heads, thinking how did that happen. I’m hoping my doctor does the some one day with me.

I can only imagine the scene er Ciaio Woody my doctor with the wonderful Italian accent will say , your cancer , ita seemsa to a have a left yooo all a bya eetself a I know understands whya.

I went for a walk today, my usual place by the river, it was getting dark and bitterly cold.

I’ve decided to compose a bit of poetry about my thoughts as I was walking. I say compose that’s probably a bit grandeur for what I’ve done, cobbled a few words together might be a bit more accurate.

Poem might be pushing the boat out too, I’ve just chucked a bunch of words together.

My walk with cancer

It’s time for a walk, I put my blue coat on and walk out the door. My cancer inside me wakes up with a roar.

I smile, as I feel it, it can’t hurt me no more, I know this deep down as I defiantly open the door.

Smiling as I walk the wind in my face is like ice, today my cancer is not being nice.

It hammers away trying to weaken my mind, I’ve got lots of answers one of them is to be kind

I can’t lose this battle as I look at the view before me, my cancer disagrees as it bites down silently on my knee.

Again I laugh I’m not scared of you, do your worst is that all you can do.

My walks will get longer of that I’m sure , and this fight will continue till my cancer is no more.

I will not stop fighting this nasty curse,just so long as I have my universe

My universe is with me night and day, helping me take my cancer away.

And one day many years from now when I come to my very last breath, I’ll smile as I stand up and say hi, welcome death.

I’ve done what I intended my girls are all grown, my cancer left me to be on my own.

I return back to see them, I’m the breeze gently saying hello.

They no I’ll be with them wherever they go.♥️