I have had a few people show a bit of concern in my lack of posting. I am still in hospital. I had the brain tumour removed successfully but a blood clot formed and again I had to have that removed. That has knocked me about. I am not terribly keen on having holes drilled in my head.
After the tumour removal I had some silly things happen to my legs deciding to go on strike. I got my right leg back working but the left was a little lazier. Now after the second op they have both gone on strike again. I have the worlds best wheel chair and I can zip around in it. On the plus side I can feel both feet so it is way too soon to be thinking I won’t walk again.
I feel very positive about my mobility and I see improvements all the time. My physical therapist makes me work hard.
The last thing I feel is that I am disabled, I consider myself in recovery. As for my sexuality I will not allow this to stand in the way of our kinky fuckery. Thankfully I am a wee thing and darling S. can toss me around.
My darling S. is my rock. He is my touch stone and he keeps me smiling. He is also very determined to make me independent. He has already told me he won’t be pushing me in my wheels. There is an exception of course. If I have tried to wheel myself over rough terrain and I can’t get where I want to go, he will help of course. Same thing with me getting tired.
Well that is about all I can tell you. I have become a half finished novel. I guess a favourite saying of mine is always live your life as if it is your last day and get all you can from it. None of us know how long we have and my surgeon said that people with the same tumour as mine have lived for 10 years after it’s removal. Some survivors have gone past that milestone. I choose to do that.
I hope this fills in the void.