This, for us, is a huge great wonderful feeling of relief. I'm still sick (yes, I know!) but I'm not *feeling* sick, and for the first time in so long I'm really feeling like myself again. I'm feeling lively and passionate and playful and joyful. I'm able to get up in the morning and get things done and plan fun activities. I have ME back.
(Wet on wet colour mixing with Jenna - we drew our apple trees in red and blue, and the colours changed on the yellow background.)
What's most reassuring of all, though, isn't the feeling good. It's that as soon as I started getting back to normal - AS SOON as I started back to my normal rhythms and activities - everything slipped back into place. It took a month to establish daily and weekly rhythms that suited us all the first time around. And after less than a year of living like that it all came to a halt - for nearly five months. It just gives me faith that no matter what the hiatus or interruption, no matter if I'm out of action again at some point, it isn't the end of everything that went before.
(Ashleigh is in Derby again! I have missed her so much since our lovely little holiday together.)
(Our first conkers of the season!)