The end, the beginning

We completed the Forest of Dean Half Marathon yesterday. I was well under my target time and over £500 was raised for Cancer Research and Reorg Charity.

I'm now back at work, albeit on reduced hours and light duties. Things are marching back towards normality. It seems like a natural point to end my second Blog. 

I do feel, sometimes, like I've been given a second chance at life. Well, a third chance really. While that's a cause for celebration, it's also a cause for concern. Am I living with the double edged sword of being a double cancer survivor who is prone to relapses in the future?

I don't know the answer to that question. 

What I do know is that I intend to work on being mindful and present every day. I intend not to dwell on the past and not to be over anxious about the future. I intend to hold my loved ones more tightly and appreciate the small and simple pleasures of everyday life. I intend to say "yes" more to the things that matter to me and have the strength to say "no" to the things that don't.

I guess I'm just glad to be here.





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