During this COVID-19 pandemic I have experienced many moments of anxiety. My brother is seriously ill with pharyngeal cancer and awaiting treatment. My best friend is having chemotherapy for leukaemia and her partner, an old personal friend of mine died last week from undiagnosed lymphoma after hospital treatment for a water infection!
The sun has been shining over the last few days and we have been able to spend time outside in the garden. Although the country is on ‘lockdown’ we are fortunate having three acres of land to enjoy and get exercise whilst self -isolating from the rest of the population. Two of my daughters are living in very close proximity and my youngest daughter is a five minute drive away. We are luckier than most.
So why am I crying? Why am I afraid? Why am I lying awake in bed terrified that I have every ailment it is possible to have? Why are my memories being dragged back to the terrors of my childhood? Aren’t there enough terrors to contend with in the present?