Well after what seemed like an endless wait, I finally got my test results and found out that I am 'fine' as my doctor put it. No cancer! Hooray! I want to shout it to the world, but later that same day I found out that a friend of mine who I went to high school with (and who is only 40 with two little kids) now has cancer again. She has been in remission for awhile and we all hoped she would beat it, but its back and things are not looking good at all. My heart goes out to her.
So this weekend, I felt a little subdued about celebrating my own good news. In the end hubby and I had a nice 'date' and went walking in the countryside, ending up in a little village that I have always adored. There is a church in the village (St Albans - above) where my Great Grandparents are buried and its such a lovely spot, overlooking green hills and a beautiful inlet.
Over 100 years ago, my Great Grandparents left their beautiful home county of Devon in England and emigrated to New Zealand to begin a new life. Seeing the pretty spot where they are buried reminded me that life should be about the journey. I havent got time to search out the quote today, but I believe it was Tolkien who wrote that it isnt the amount of time we are given that matters, what matters is what we do with the time that we do have.
And on that note, I will close here and go and spend some time with my lovely family. Have a great week gorgeous peeps! xxx