All shall be well

Lately, for some reason, I keep seeing this quote:

All shall be well
and all shall be well
and all manner of thing shall be well.

Thanks Julian. I don't believe in fate or fortune so I am not reading anything into it. I think it's like when you buy a new car and suddenly you see them everywhere. My brain is simply looking for signs that all shall be well because bugger me if I'm not getting fed up with this now. I went to see my dermatologist, Dr Stewart, on Tuesday - really lovely lady - who had a good look at me and found three moles she thinks should be removed and biopsied because they have lost pigmentation in the middle. All on my legs, two on the left and one on the right about 2 inches below the wide local incision scar. Uh oh. They may be taken off during the lymphadenectomy but I semi-hope they do it at a later date so I have at least one good leg in use at all times. I wonder if this experience will ever be over. 

In visiting the dermatologist at Leigh Infirmary (I am under the care of three hospitals currently) I stopped in to see my best friend who lives very close to it. He asked me outright why I was in the area on a school day and, not wanting to lie to him, ended up telling the truth. The look on his face was confirmation that I don't want to tell anyone else. I wish I could take it back and untell him. I don't want people I love to feel sad on my behalf and I don't want this to be the way they see me. He did say he'd come and see me in hospital though, so that's one good thing to come out of it.

Here is an update on the wound progress for those who are wondering. They've healed very well and are just a bit lumpy. Slight pain in cancer leg's calf where it got infected and still has a scab on it but other than that, all well and good:

WLE:

Lymph node removal:

In other news I am doing a new battery hen rescue at the end of the month. Hooray! I deliberately asked for the surgery to be after this date so I can get those little lives saved. That means more to me than anything. This is my little Angel. She was hanging onto life by a thread when she was rescued and I didn't think she'd make it. She really is a brave little girl and I don't have the words to fully express the strength of love and protection I feel for this cheerful little chicken who has been so abused: