Yesterday was the First Day of my Life

Much of this will have to be explained during the first and subsequent weeks of this series of bogs but I need to get the bones of the story down now in honour of yesterday.

A new beginning.

When I was made aware, on March 4, 2025, of the fact that I had Acute Myeloid Leukaemia (AML), the shock of a probable 12-18 months of life, I promised myself that a positive approach to the rest of my life would be dedicated to Niamh, Shan, Kate and Andrew. It seemed a relatively easy promise to make at the time: bite the bullet with Chemo therapy (the light version given my age) and after about 4 weeks things would start to normalise. 

Only they didn't. After 8 weeks it seemed like it was going nowhere. I remained in hospital and there was talk of maybe longer. In some quarters there was talk of never coming home.
I almost lost the plot at my life's nadir some time in darkest April when I had good reason to believe there might only be a few days left.

And then I became convinced there was some of my dream left to fight for and it needed to happen urgently if it was to happen at all.

A new chance.

A gleam of light appeared when Shan and a few other medical people developed a plan for 6 weeks of home rehab working alongside the NHS with strong parts on which to build the remaining globe of light leading to a brighter future.

I am sending this out now so that my family and I can start the next 6 weeks with fortitude in the hopes that results will take us way into 2026 and beyond, and that little Niamh will continue to have a Grandpa for much longer than that.
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I shall continue with new episodes as things progress ...