One Less Wave In My Uncertainty Sea

In Exmouth this evening - waves breaching the sea wall. Salt spray and icy rain drops smearing our glasses. We narrowly escaped being drenched.

All clear on the colon front this morning at the hospital. No cancerous polyps in sight. A sweet, kind, understanding nurse from Poland upgraded Robin to first in the queue so he didn't have to hang around for 4 hours. We were still there for 3 hours but at least some of that time was in the recovery room and he could drink coffee and eat 6 chocolate bourbon biscuits. To make up for the last watery 48 hours.

While he slept at home I had time to trawl the farmers' market for curly kale, carrots slippery with red mud, and bunches of sunlight - January daffodils for the kitchen table.

The only thing I wanted to do was to make soup. In the end it turned into a coconut, turmeric, tomato  and smoked haddock chowder thickened with panfried cubes of potato and crown prince squash, lacy leaves of swiss chard stirred in at the end.  We had it for supper - deeply heart warming and so easy to eat too much of it.

This afternoon a nurse rang from the ward where Robin will be admitted for his 5 days of IV treatment for his MMN. Next Wednesday. I spoke to the registrar who said he'll only be on the drip for 2 or 3 hours a day but they need to monitor him. 95 percent of people don't have a reaction to the antibodies which are meant to unblock whatever is suppressing the immune system.

At least another ball has started rolling ...one less wave in my uncertainty sea.