It's a weird idea. I never thought my life would end up being like this but, strangely, in many ways i never could imagine my life after school. School is all i have ever known, it has been my life. Its such a large part of my life. I have been on this earth 18 years. I have attended school for the better two thirds of my life. The first third hardly counts because I was soo small!!!
I remember last year there was this group on FaceBook that was "If the world ends in 2012, I've wasted my whole life in school... lovely..." At the time I had a chuckle but if my life was to end now I would have spent my entire life in school. I do not think this is fair.
I have decided to live my life to the fullest (not that I already didn't! Ask anyone who took IB with me in year 12 and they shall tell you so). Things like this open your eyes to how much time you actually have on this earth and you need to appreciate the time you have and live in the present.
My dad would always tell me when I asked questions about what came next, "just live in the moment!" This used to frustrate me because I always wanted to know what I was doing!!! But, as usual, he was right! We should enjoy today and enjoy tomorrow when it comes.
This is my roundabout way of explaining why I have not blogged for the past couple of days.
My leg is slowly coming right since the biopsy. I hope, by the time Scots ball comes around (in 11 days!!!) I should be back to how I was before the surgery. The balls are my escape. I am not the most girly of girls but I love balls. I love dressing up, whether it is as a cowboy or a pirate or a princess, I simply adore it. I love the pretense, fantasy and magic around balls. This year I have gone two and I have another two to go. There is only one slight problem....
I am getting a Hickman line inserted on friday. This is for them to insert the chemotherapy through and any other injections, this is because it is important that the drugs go into the vein! When the doctors say they have antidote on hand... you really wonder whether they are just trying to kill you!! However, off topic as normal. The Hickman line. It's a central line that goes through my chest. How are you supposed to look good when you have a piece of plastic sticking out of your chest?!?