Wednesday is a waiting game. I feel unsettled. I wander around dead heading my beautiful flower collection, watering, tidying as far as I am able to move. Tomorrow we see the doctor and have the results back. We are all three stretched out waiting for the prognosis. John is here until Friday to be part of the process. I have loved his presence. I am so proud of his beauty of body and spirit. He is a tower of strength. Mike is in town today getting the car serviced adn doing the odd jobs so we can just go in and out tomorrow. Barb suggests John take me down to the beach to be by the water for a bit- sounds good to me. If there is noone around I will get out- carrying my drainage bags and walk a bit!