I would go out tonight, but I haven't got a stitch to wear

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I’m defo blaming the steroids for my sudden weight gain. Although, I have eaten like an absolute monster for the last 4 weeks. Constantly feeling the need to treat myself and convincing myself I 100% deserve a pizza. Well, with that and a year in lockdown sat on my arse, this shit has caught up on me.

I thought there’s no time like the present, too well, treat myself! This time to a new wardrobe. I literally emptied every drawer and cupboard and tried on every item of clothing I owned. If it didn’t fit, it went the journey. I got rid of every sock that didn’t have a partner and my ‘comfy knickers’ with holes. I then spend the next 24 hour trawling boohoo.com for new everything.

All of a sudden, it’s hotter than the surface on the sun in England and instead of getting half naked and basking in it, I’ve got to stay in the shade with my factor 50 and a bloody hat. Fuming. This calls for an array of linen shirts and cover ups that mean I’m not melting, nor show any skin. Thank the lord for skinny tan and a good mitt to give me a fake tan of dreams this year.

To off set the fact that I spent hundreds of pounds in the space of a day to refill my drawers, I did give 5 large bin bags of clothes to charity. Goodbye size 8 jeans. If only I could blame the cancer for them being replaced with items 3 sizes bigger. Between the pandemic and the breast cancer I’m offsetting the blame elsewhere. If there’s any time to treat yourself to a full new wardrobe it’s most certainly now.

My second chemo cycle looms tomorrow. I really didn’t want to ever look like a cancer patient. But with my bloated moon face and shiny bald head that’s becoming harder. However, I certainly don’t need to feel like one. Never underestimate the power of putting on a pair of new skinny jeans and a nice top. I’m ready for you chemotherapy.

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  • You're so right. Trouble is, I couldn't get out of my jumper for a week after surgery on both sides to breasts and nodes - too weak and hurt armpits. Helped into buttoned up top by Nurse. Hate feeling I can't do things that were normal before all this. Bit better now. Physiotherapy helps. Thankfully no chemo. Agree with you totally. No-one wants to look like a cancer patient. I keep eating small Bakewell Tarts because at least they look like they've all got nipples (cherry in the middle).

  • I've invested in some zip up hoodies after you comment I didnt think of this after surgery and as I get more sore with chemo.

  • Good idea ! I've been setting new fashion trends with a "Tartan Army" pyjama top which I took to a Clinic appt where Nurse helped me get out of my strait jacket of a jumper. Husband keeps asking me how many trees I've felled with my axe as it's a bit lumberjackish.....past caring though. Comfort is key. Right arm still hurting.

  • Absolutely all over comfort over everything else right now! Haha lumberjack sounds like it’s the fashion way forward though. No over the head action Joy as long as you can get in and out of your clothes that’s all that matters right now. We don’t need any more discomfort than needed.