I’m sitting here organising paperwork and going through months of “stuff” lots of letters, summaries, appointment letters I’ve found a few get well soon cards that came alongside lots of visitors, at one point I had a diary to plan who was coming and when, pretty much every day people came: family, friends, workmates. When I got home similar happened then I had a birthday / welcome home gathering with about 50 people. After that people seem to have dropped off, yes I can’t do much out in the real world still but I can sit in my house and talk to people, where’d they all go?

I appreciate it’s not the most fun thing to do to just sit with me but other friends have taken me for a lunch or coffee or accompanied me to a therapy session.

Yes people have lives and I get that.

But I feel like there was a novelty to seeing me in hospital that’s worn off now and people aren’t interested anymore.

I’m still here, still me. Still fighting. Just a bit lonelier now.