Day Twenty Five

I was reading Lance Armstrong again in bed this morning, and there is a bit where he receives a letter from a friend telling him that people who suffer with cancer are the lucky ones. Lance did not know at that point what he meant. I do. I think I worked that one out straight away. Someone I love very much said to me the other day, isn't it a shame that when you die, you have no idea how many people come to your funeral or how much you are loved. I know exactly how much I am loved. More than I ever knew. I was feeling a little emotional today, think the stresses of the last few days have caught up with me. So I dressed myself to the nines, made myself feel gorgeous, jumped in my car, turned the stereo up loud and went for a drive. And it made me realise I am very lucky. There is no-one in the world like me, I am a one-off. I feel lucky to be alive and so very loved. I feel beautiful. I feel lucky. Lucky that I have people to share this with who I love as much as they love me.