I’m coming home (soon).
It is hard to believe that I have been in Glasgow for over a year now but finally the doctors are saying I can go home soon. While it is true that I need a top up of cells from my donor, he is sadly unable to do this at the moment, so there is no real reason for staying down here. I spoke to the docs today and asked them what the chances are of the leukemia coming back yet again and they told me with a cell top up it is 50/50 – I did not bother asking them what the odds are without. So 50/50 I get my life back. With this in mind I have confirmed that I will be starting Uni this year (although I am not sure that my brain is agreeing with me on this ;o) Here I am now being faced with reading books that have words with more than one syllable when in reality Netflix has become my new best friend over the last few months. I can tell you everything you need to know about Hawaii 5-0 but when it comes to the differences between exegesis and hermeneutics that is much more of a struggle. I must admit there are days when I have questioned whether staring training now is a clever idea but if nothing else the last few year have taught me that life is short and while I may not be feeling completely up to the challenge I am not willing to run from it either. So for now I can start planning on moving forward, for moving home, for trusting that this is still the path God is asking me to follow, to pray that my donor is able to give me the cells at some point, to believe that a 50/50 chance is enough and that my brain can cope with something more than bad tv cop shows – this last one is probably the most doubtful but only time will tell ;o)