Green is the colour

I’m calling today Green Day! My first day of hope on this new journey. But then it’s not a new journey, it’s the same one – mine – but on a different route. One that I might not enjoy but hey, when the road’s blocked, as we sing in The Bear Hunt song!

I’m waiting for a phone call from the hospital co-ordinator to give me all facts gathered so far. This will be followed by an appointment with the oncologist to get the lowdown on a treatment plan.

Last night I had the best sleep since this all began and have woken with more purpose, more resolve. Certainly with no aches or pains. I’m liking these steroids!

I’ve been remembering Nicky, my son, in his last school Christmas concert. He was in Y1 and his class were singing the rainbow song dressed as a box of coloured pencils. He was a green pencil dressed of course in green. From then until he died six weeks later, green became his favourite colour.

We decided that at his funeral the flower tribute on his coffin would be predominantly green in the shape of the cross with five white flowers placed to represent the wounds of Christ: head, hands, feet and side. Plain, uncluttered but meaningful to me.

And so for me, green took on an even more significant meaning. It is a verdant sign of new life, of renewal, of growth. It is my Nicky’s favourite colour. It is a sign of hope!

I will make the most of this new day!

Pauline