Have finally got over the initial grieving that one goes through when the surgeon announces that "You can never have back surgery again" (Yay .. hope I don't do anything else to my back!)

Am mentally good .. am physically OK .. in charge of my meds and have somehow (no idea how) seem to have either lost weight or toned up, so am feeling better about my body image. (Yes, it's sad .. I still care about what I look like).

Have started doing more crafty type things which I aim to take up more seriously once Hollie is back at Uni and plan to sell them at Car Boot sales.

Had an awful time recently.

Hollie's first (she's only had three) boyfriend - who she went out with for over two years and they are still best of friends .. like brother and sister. Well, she had cancer .. had a kidney removed .. was given chemo and radiotherapy and told she had the all clear.

Only .. they didn't scan her head ... Conor went on holiday .. two days into his holiday his Mum was admitted to Hospital having had fits.

The cancer had spread to her brain.

She died less than a week ago with her son at her side. She was able to tell him she loved him .. he was able to do the same .. they squeezed hands, but on Friday 13th, she lay there, peacefully .. and that evening she passed away.

He is her only son. She brought him up on her own.

She re married and her "present" husband is a horrible man .. he not only physically abused Conor when he first married his Mum .. but when Conor's Mum had finished the chemo and radiotherapy, he took her on holiday. When she said she didn't feel like going down to the bar for a drink .. he wrecked a chair in the room and hit her and shook her.

Hollie is being so very strong for Conor ..

I ask for your prayers for Conor in these months to come.

Thank you.