Well, it's day 6 of Fec 3. I can't seem to stop eating. Chocolate, peanuts, yoghurt, sandwiches, cake. Anything really. I'm going to have a real weight problem by the time I finish. Still I suppose it's better than being sick all the time and not being able to eat!! Apart from being tired, I'm really not feeling too bad at all. But my eyes aren't focussing properly, and reading is a bit awkward.
Left a note for my BCC at the Breast Institute last Thursday, I'd really like a copy of my Path report, but haven't heard from her yet. I suppose these things take time, just as long as she got my message.
British Summer Time began last weekend, along with Easter, April Fools Day and my youngest son's 30th birthday. But whatever happened to spring?
I remember Easter weekends when I was a child, my sister and I dressed in our best togs for a day out in Derbyshire. The woodlands were filled with Bluebells, and the birds sang for us.
Being children, we knew nothing cancer, or any other serious disease for that matter. Our mother had health problems, but she never complained or let us know she was suffering. If we'd known then.....
Best not go down that road. I hate going out in my big winter coat, hat and gloves!! IT'S SPRING FOR GOODNESS SAKE!! This time last year we sat out in the garden most evenings. Do that now, and I'd get my head blown off.
