And another funny thing......

  • I think I’ve developed a toilet obsession!

    What could be more stressful than actually undergoing treatment? The journey there that’s what. Who’d have guessed?

    The actual getting there is taking it’s toll. 

    The hospital in reality is only 45 minutes away and we are told to allow 20 minutes from the outskirts of the city to the hospital.

    I have to factor into this enough time to drink 3 cups of water half an hour before I am due for radiotherapy…

  • Yes it does hurt to laugh....

    Well here I am.

    Back at home after surgery and a slightly longer than expected hospital stay.

    Due to holidays I was handed to another consultant therefore I was facing surgery with no prior meeting. I was anxious anyway but the night before surgery I had a call from the man himself! What a difference that made! Felt totally reassured about what was coming plus the man had a delightful sense of humour. 

    No laughter on my…

  • Could you say that a little louder please.....?

    As part of the planning process for radiotherapy with a low weekly dose of chemo for added flavour I was back at hospital mid week for a further scan and a hearing test. This was because I already have tinnitus, which is not a problem, but treatment can cause tinnitus and so it was decided that a baseline test might be sensible.

    So off to Audiology. My husband sat with me while I was waiting to be called. We both noticed…

  • Something funny keeps you going.... doesn’t it?

    I have never written a blog before.

    I don’t do social media.

    I’ve not had cancer before my recent diagnosis.

    So....according to eldest daughter who is seriously into blogging/writing/communicating with the world....now’s the time to start!

    I have a sense of humour, sometimes wicked, sometimes just silly but to me laughter is an important part of life. And it’s the one thing I really don’t want to lose…

  • Am I taking too many painkillers?

    I don’t normally remember my dreams.

    Last night I was awake ( I thought) thinking all sorts when I heard a cat come up the stairs and into our room. It leapt up and sat on my head. I tried to shout out my husband’s name but try as I might nothing came out! My husband was woken by me screaming ‘cat’ very loudly in his ear - he was somewhat traumatised by this.I was apparently talking quite normally about hearing…