It's official, the NHS have written and told me I am Clinically Extremely Vulnerable. Everyone else is celebrating the easing of lockdown, making plans to go to the pub and organising get togethers and here I am, immunosuppressed with 15 more weeks of chemo to go before I can enjoy a step change towards normality.
Lockdown has been relatively easy to manage. I am working from home, we've cancelled all team meetings and site visits at work and we live in a small village, so it's easy to get out and walk in the countryside without risk of tripping over hundreds of people.
And we rarely go to the pub, and who wants to sit outside in the freezing cold just to have a pint anyway, but that’s not the point really is it.....my choice has been taken away.
So I'm feeling a bit sorry for myself. I am jealous of those who can start to plan their next travel or trip away, missing out on meeting friends and I'll not even be there to host the first face to face team meeting we've had in 15 months!
Cancer is crap, and chemo, whilst a marvellous treatment, is equally crap! But, on the plus side, I have 5 cycles left, then perhaps some normality in August before being laid up for surgery. It's all got an end date and I better start looking at a bloody big holiday in 2022!
