We made it out to dinner on Friday night. FL didn't golf after all, and saved his energy so that he could take me out - it must be true love!
We went to my favorite restaurant and the food was beautiful. Neither of us managed to finish our meal, but we enjoyed the flavours, which is what matters. Um, yes, it was expensive, but we so rarely eat out and we felt like celebrating being alive!
Interesting comments are still coming in. Feresaknits wrote about having applied to her Primary Care Trust for a drug she could have funded privately, and that now I had made her feel guilty - sorry about that! But everyone is different, Paula, and your prognosis is probably better than FL's. If he was 45, we might view things differently too. Who knows.