The last week has felt like a month.

There have been scans, blood tests, appointments, catheters, sleepless nights, drainage bags, medication changes, anxiety, exhaustion, and more uncertainty than I would have liked.

Some days have been spent trying to understand what is happening. Other days have been spent simply trying to get through them.

I have learned that health problems rarely arrive one at a time. They seem to travel in packs, each bringing its own appointments, worries, interruptions, and frustrations.

There have been conversations about my kidneys, my bladder, my sleep, my medications, and my mental health. At times it has felt as though every system in my body wanted a vote.

I have learned that there is a difference between being unwell and being defeated.

There were moments this week when I felt frightened, frustrated, exhausted, and overwhelmed. There were also moments of kindness, humour, support, and normality. Both things can exist at the same time.

Today I am still catheterised. I still do not have all the answers. There are more appointments ahead and more waiting to do.

I am disappointed that the catheter remains, but I am also beginning to adapt to it. What felt impossible a week ago now feels more like an inconvenience than a catastrophe.

For now, I am trying to be patient. The investigations continue, the specialists continue, and hopefully the answers will come in time.

But I am still here.

Sometimes that has to be enough.