Thought for today:
"The past week has been the best week, health-wise, that I've experienced during the past four months since I contracted a very bad chest infection which refused to clear. I am currently shaking off the last vestiges of the chest bug and have been able to get out into the sun on four or five days during the past seven days. Also, I haven't needed a blood transfusion for the past two months (usually fortnightly), as the course of hormone injections which I am receiving instead, seem to be doing their job and raising my red blood count. The hospital telephoned and confirmed last night that my latest blood count is the best it has been since I completed my nine month course of chemo treatment almost two years ago. While none of this will change the ultimate course and consequences of my terminal condition, I am getting a significant boost of energy in the meantime and my body is feeling less tired. In fact, if I wasn't dying, I'd have to say that I currently feel great!
At long last, the sun has burst out of its heavenly closet and is shouting to all the flowers that grace Haworth Moor, 'Time to come out, my beauties. It's time to come out!'
The moorland heathers sit upon their crown of grass in regal purple and emerald green, looking down upon the reservoir in the gully below, feeling every inch, the Kings and Queens of Keighley, dressed to the nines in their summer splendour.
Then, they cast their eyes towards the cobbled Main Street of Haworth Village where sleepy citizens awake to face another day. The moorland beauties scream at the top of their voice, 'The cold has gone and summer is here at long last. Shut down your fires, for the sun has come to warm your hearts and bring out your cheer. Lock up your houses and unleash your dogs and wives, for it's time to come out and face the freedom of the world once more!'" William Forde: July 27th, 2016.
"The past week has been the best week, health-wise, that I've experienced during the past four months since I contracted a very bad chest infection which refused to clear. I am currently shaking off the last vestiges of the chest bug and have been able to get out into the sun on four or five days during the past seven days. Also, I haven't needed a blood transfusion for the past two months (usually fortnightly), as the course of hormone injections which I am receiving instead, seem to be doing their job and raising my red blood count. The hospital telephoned and confirmed last night that my latest blood count is the best it has been since I completed my nine month course of chemo treatment almost two years ago. While none of this will change the ultimate course and consequences of my terminal condition, I am getting a significant boost of energy in the meantime and my body is feeling less tired. In fact, if I wasn't dying, I'd have to say that I currently feel great!
At long last, the sun has burst out of its heavenly closet and is shouting to all the flowers that grace Haworth Moor, 'Time to come out, my beauties. It's time to come out!'
The moorland heathers sit upon their crown of grass in regal purple and emerald green, looking down upon the reservoir in the gully below, feeling every inch, the Kings and Queens of Keighley, dressed to the nines in their summer splendour.
Then, they cast their eyes towards the cobbled Main Street of Haworth Village where sleepy citizens awake to face another day. The moorland beauties scream at the top of their voice, 'The cold has gone and summer is here at long last. Shut down your fires, for the sun has come to warm your hearts and bring out your cheer. Lock up your houses and unleash your dogs and wives, for it's time to come out and face the freedom of the world once more!'" William Forde: July 27th, 2016.
