I am just writing to let you know that I have not forgotten you. In fact, as I look back, my time at the Spire, being looked after by all of you is a golden moment I will treasure for the rest of my life. You combined total professionalism with absolute charm and a delightful sense of humour.
You also seemed to have time for all your patients; certainly this was true as far as I was concerned. Coming and ‘having a chat’ in the middle of the night seemed no problem.
I don’t want to be too over-confident, but I suddenly seem to have leapt up to a totally previously unexperienced plateau of good humour, good health and cheerfulness. I find that I can now wander about without the slightest trace of breathlessness and the biggest problem is not to do too much. Obviously, this gorgeous spring weather helps but I really feel that I have turned the corner. Although, of course, it could all still go horribly wrong and I could flat-line!
The other day, I even did some gentle chain-harrowing on the tractor and that is only just over three weeks since I was under the knife. I am regularly walking two miles.
Beauty and her other colleague from Zimbabwe will be interested to know about a very strange and divine intervention in that, shortly after returning home, I had a letter from the Island Hospice in Harare, who looking to fund a full-time palliative care nurse.
In view of my good fortune and all that Beauty and her dear friend have done for me, I have written to the Island Hospice to see if I might be able to fund, if not the total amount, then a good part of it and, at present, I await their reply.
Thank you all once again for all that you have done which has been so much appreciated by Susan and myself.
With love and thanks,