Day 109

Yesterday I had a letter in the post. Inside it there was a pile of postcards. Do you remember the other day I asked for answers on a postcard? I said I like postcards, and so postcards came, from a church I am associated with in Dorset. There were no answers. I wasn't expecting any. But there were words of encouragement, support, and prayers. And after so long without any church that made my day.

I have been told from time to time that churches are praying for me, but it was nice to see it in action. It didn't stop the pain. It didn't make me less tired. But I am more and more convinced that what is wrong with me is more of a psychosomatic illness. I'm not sure if that word is still in use, but I still like it. My mind, my emotions, are revealing themselves in bodily pains. They have done that before. And now that I am down to one last test, maybe that is what it will turn out to be.

I won't make any more comments on medical things until I get my results from Sunday's test. Not long to go!

That's it for today. I have nothing else just now. I will go and read my postcards again - maybe wish I was there!