The holiday, cancer and me Part4

I was told "If you don't have treatment now, you.ll die". Fine, understood. "Well get on with it then" was my reply. It seems my reactions to my dilemma were incorrect! I should have screamed, cried, yelled why me, but no, I didn't. I herd the word cancer, I knew what it could do and wasting energy on throwing a massive fit didn't enter my head. I have cancer, there is treatment, get on with it and see what happens. That was my attitude, plain and simple, black and white! I started chemo, it was a combination of two, both used for ovarian and lung cancer. I knew the primary cancer was in my right ovary, where the original pain had started months before and it had moved on to a muscle wall. The hope was that 3 doses of chemo which equals one cycle, would do the job, I was then to have a CT scan followed by a total hysterectomy and possibly another 3 chemos. Well that was the plan to start with! JACK MYTTONS bridge 10 & THE POACHERS POCKET Went clothes shopping in Ellesmere that was good, then I found a very small shop and went inside to look around and there I found over the knee socks in really bright colours, bearing horizontal stripes all the way up them. I had to buy two pairs of them because they were so revolting and it would amuse me to ware them, especially with my skinny legs!!!!! Kev and I then set sail for Jack Myttons, a pub adjacent to bridge 10 for lunch! I had steak and ale pie, which was surberb, Kev only wanted a cheese bagette and made a bloody mess eating that. A young couple came in off another boat and we had a laugh with them. She had a pint of the scrumpy called The Leg Lifter and kev decided he would have a pint of that next. I said to him, that if she fell over after drinking her pint, he wouldn't be having any and we all laughed. Kev was decidedly unsteady on his feet after several pints of that scrumpy but he carried a huge grin on his face, so what the hell and I got us a bottle of champagne for when we crossed over the aquaduct the following day. Next is was The Poachers Pocket, a large pub,sitting right beside the canalside at bridge 19 at Chirk. At meal times the place is packed and the food is very good. We found a small table and sat down after getting our drinks and ordering our food. Right next to our table was a radiator, so we sat there slowly but surely melting! Kev was hot and I was having hot flushes!! Once again both of us were fat, full and content and that is all we needed to carry on. To many, it would seem like a fortnight of getting drunk and eatting too much, but there is alot more to this holiday than that. We have eaten loads and for me to be able to is very good news, seeing I haven't eaten properly for months and I have gained some weight, this has abled me to walk, which I couldn't do before, I was too weak, we have laughed so much about all sorts of daft things which has lifted us both mentally. We came back to Elvind, watched a film and then went off to bed, both of us completely knackered and happy.