One bird of prey and seven crows in My new life, a book

While cycling the countryroad near my house I noticed a treetop with a bird of prey. He was surrounded by crows. At first I found it odd, surprised that the crows weren't afraid. Then realised crows aren't the kind of birds easily scared. They flew off when I neared and at last the bird of prey did too. I saw one crow was pestering him, flying just below. The bird of prey followed the treetops along the road, getting down a few times before I was too near again. I could watch him closely. Wonderfull!

Physically I am doing quite well, taking in mind that yesterday it was only 5 months since my operation. I am on a new daily routine. Starting with a bike ride for a quarter of an hour, where I saw the birds and after turning the corner two rabits playing on the road. They had so much fun before they noticed me. It was not that early because getting ready takes more time nowadays. I made a circular tour, I had to bring my bucket to the dairy farm for a fill with old-fashioned creamy milk. I felt save enough to ride the busier road through the village.

My mental health is mostly okay. There is a huge feeling of thankfulness I am alife. Last month I got checked for the first time. You are glowing with health my surgeon commented. My tumormarker showed the lowest in four years, 1.0 Yet I know I cannot say I am cured, it is NED now. I read that term on an American weblog about cancer. It means no evidence of disease. That is exactly what it is at the moment. The fight to get on my feet again is partly over. I don't have to fight so hard anymore for each and every new step I take. Yet there the process to accept my new body, my restrictions and while most days I don't give it a thought, at times it gets at me. I visited a psychologist. She thought I might suffer from the traumatical years of my illness.

If you are ill I think there is only one way to survive and that is to continue be positive. It may sound bad but it helped to think of all the friends that passed away. I told myself, no reason to complain as those 7 other people did not make it. They died of their cancer while you are still there, only partly damaged.

I realise I talked about my routine which is more than a bike ride. I take a rest first, writing an entry is restful. Then I do a bit of gardening, it feels like Spring here but I know we will get rain and wind, frost... not such a big chance. Resting again, a bit of housholt stuff. Walking, maybe to the seaside today. More resting and more house cores. And if possible some extra gardening. Oh yes, in between my exercises, strenghening the muscles in belly and pelvis.

It does sound busy, lol. I wish there was a spell check here.