My Wolf

I commissioned a painting (since arrived in the uk) of a wolf who I often dream about. Today the artist, Davina Dobie, sent me this picture of the palette. I love this and I'm blipping it because I think it beautiful unlike the person who broke into my car last night and smashed the window, damaged the door frame and unlike the job worth who gave me a parking ticket even though that person would have seen the damage.

I'm more determined thanks to those people. I helped bathe my dying mum, I painted her nails, I held her hand as she cried out 'I don't want to die'. I wiped her tears today, because that's what strong caring people do.

I'm more determined today from the love sent my way from all my amazing friends, real and virtual, I won't let nasty people get to me.

No doubt my wolf, who is called illana (no capital I) will visit my dreams today. illana was sent to me for a reason, the reason I think I now know why.

Back to Grimsby hospital tomorrow. The colouring book is coming along!!