Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans

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In the words of the late great John Lennon.... . But I think in our case it's "Cancer is what happens when you are busy making other plans"

 Reading some other blogs, wouldn't it be nice if we could just jump off sometimes and do one thing at a time? But although you think your world stops when you hear those words, it doesn't does it? and all the other silly little 'life' stuff just keeps on going... and then people say oh should you be moving now?? shouldn't you be taking it easy?? yeah right.. life doesn't stop...so here's today's silly  'life'... not so bad really compared to most of you but at least  this one should make you laugh... well some of it at least....(it did me!!)

Started the day with fat cat waking me up for his breakfast.. he's obviously feeling better then....little so and so ! wondering how we are going to con him into taking his tablets later...but  will cross that bridge later... had some really funny comments from yesterday's blog and a couple of pms which cheer me up no end and make me laugh so get the day off to a good start... and decide to stop thinking too much about the tiredness and aches and is it coming back/not gone away and get on with the day and have some laughs and silliness... (thanks for the comments  don't know if you all know how much they help us all )

 Go down into town to sign some papers at the solicitors- do my best to do the stern I want things done face and demanding times etc but then she says it is our buyer's buyer who is holding things up and nothing she can do about it... she is ready with all our stuff so all we can do is wait and she has no idea of how long things could take.. whatever we have planned.... tough.. just got to wait. aarrgghh! Can't have a go at her cos she has done it all... ggrrr.. What bugs me is that I am planning to go home to see my family in Sweden for a couple of weeks soon(cut short this summer to fit in around appointments) and it has been my goal all along to be well enough to go so told other half that I am going no matter what... He doesn't come with me- hates travelling and I have to admit our family get together's are a bit overwhelming! Imagine lots of me for a fortnight...really  scary I know! (we are all nutters) So now I'm feeling bad and worrying that it might happen while I am away and he'll have to do it all on his own... I should explain that he  doesn't drive and suffers from depression at times and OCD so not the easiest to leave him to cope with something like this on his own... He is so desperate to move he says he will do with taxis or whatever,and he'll be fine as he knows just how much it means to me to go home...( to give you an idea, I remember saying when i was first diagnosed.. I don't mind dying as long as I can go back to Sweden and see my sea just one last time...)  but I do feel guilty for my 2 weeks of TLC with my lovely family who are waiting to spoil me after my treatment as they couldn't be here to help during it....am him maybe having to cope with the house move on his own.... Hopefully it will all be sorted before then and i can help him (mentally at least - bit of a lightweight physically these days)anyway, all I do is keep my fingers crossed...

Had lunch out and was so happy that I could actually sit on the chair in the cafe without going ouch and needing a cushion so things are improving in some areas... then stop in a shop and see some lovely trousers... they are in the sale and reduced to £5  from £45!!- only a size 8 - forget it... Oh wait a minute.. I'm a skinny so and so now and maybe they will fit after all?? Yeah!! some perks to this cancer lark after all......On the way back up, P says he wants to stop and get some new boxers... I say ooh they've got lovely ones in there.. ha ha never thought I would hear myself comparing men's underwear... ha ha the joys of pelvic radiotherapy! So here's the funny bit...(sorry if you read dumb things- its a bit of a repeat)  He is looking and I am mid sentence saying to him- These are the one's I've got... when I hear a hello behind me! Cue a bloke I know enough for him to know I've been having cancer treatment etc. How are you he says... you look well  (grr) and you're walking (doing the penguin/cowboy last he saw me) So, being a bit flustered by thinking he's just overheard me saying which men's pants I wear, I just blurt out yeah fine, well, hopefully getting there.... we then get the tumbleweed silence of what do you say next which I am getting used to... but he then says" At least the sun is shining" and off he goes... P and I are now peeing ourselves laughing in the underwear department... (good place to pee yourself I suppose) and he starts saying really loudly at least the sun is shining, well that makes everything ok doesn't it!! Oh look you've got cancer and you can walk! Who'd have thought...taking the mick - (can't take him anywhere -he's not always depressed and silly as me when not) so we walk beck to the car, me puffing and panting cos I'm still feeling knackered and him still saying look at her, she's got cancer and she's walking- its a miracle. Can't breath from laughing as well as walking...

Still, the laughter stopped the fuming about the house!

Get home and time for fat cat to get his tablets.... the vet says they are palatable so crush them in something tasty. (yeah right!) Buy special nice pate gourmet cat food and crush 2 in.He is fat cos he eats anything anytime so that should be ok... he comes in, sniffs it and walks off... meanwhile younger cat is going mental wanting to get to the new gourmet food thinking he is missing out on treats... shoo him off, hide the food.. rethink... Ok, stick 2 more in his usual biscuits... might not notice and just eat them...  so he starts eating away- hooray! Off he goes and you guessed it, empty bowl bar 2 tablets... . Put them on the side thinking I don't care how bad he feels and how big his teeth are, I'm going to ram them down his neck when he comes back in... turn round and there is younger cat trying to eat them thinking he's missing out on treats!! Chase him off... 3 tablets down and none in the cat! Wait till he comes in.... more laughter about how bleedin awkward pets are and how they are supposed to make you feel less stressed etc.....

Still aching and feeling breathless etc but no point in worrying about that one, so hoorah I can sit down and horrah i got new trousers and bring on next week when i can bombard gorgeous consultant with quesitons...and hopefully move house at last?? I reckon consultant will say I'm  just out of breath from all the laughing!!

lastly, what I didn't say yesterday was that the vet said she thought we had a easily stressed cat and gave me leaflets for pheromones, tablets etc that might help him for when we move house! Easily stressed cat??? He'll certainly be stressed when I get hold of him....and ram those tablets down him!!.!

Do they do pheromones for humans? If so, get me some will you?

Love and hugs to you all  Little My xxx

endurance oxygen and medals being prepared right now....

 

 

 

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  • FormerMember
    FormerMember

    Oh little my, another great blog. You've got a great sense of humour.

    Keep up the good work hun.

    Best wishes, Christine xx

  • FormerMember
    FormerMember

    Hi Little my,

    Remember one thing. Enjoy yourself today and every day.

    Because YOU ARE A LONG TIME DEAD.

    Take care and be safe Big Hugs Jackie.xx

  • FormerMember
    FormerMember

    Hi Little My

    Yet another great blog, wish I lived nextdoor.

    My Dave is suffering from chronic depression on top of all the other crap, but sadly no OCD. His brother does:)....  Might swap them over tomorrow.

    Get that bleeding fat cat, (need P to help) tilt its head back while opening mouth, then chuck the bloody pills down its throat. If that fails call someone in to do it :)

    Keep em coming, glad your bum feels better too x

    Shaz (((((((((((XXXXX)))))))))))

  • FormerMember
    FormerMember

    Busy day Little My !

    Sainburys sell a really revolting pink smelly cat treat called Cats Delight. If you can stand the smell its possible to poke pills into it and thwart the feline.The salmon and trout variety would make you reach for the anti nausea tabs for sure.

    Our fat cat now gets his food in one of those plastic balls.

    This means we have a feline footballer kicking seven bells out of the ruddy thing while I'm after the first cup of tea of the day.

    I swear he's lost some weight - he's just got a lot of fur.

    The feline equivalent of being 'big boned' !

  • FormerMember
    FormerMember

    Hi Little My

    So you've got a cat like me too!  Get her to take tablets?  You must be joking.  It's bad enough trying to apply her Frontline and it goes anywhere but in the right place - at least I won't get fleas!  Unlike yours, she is VERY fussy about what she eats.  Only Whiskas in Sauce will do and if I try to give her anything else she flies around in a rage and takes it out on poor little Gemma.  Why do we love her (the cat, I mean)?

    Blooming solicitors!  Hope they get their fingers out soon and before you have your longed for visit to Sweden!  Moving house can be so stressful without solicitors dragging their heels.  Talking about moving house, John and I have moved several times and I've always shut the cat in the bathroom with a big sign on the door "DO NOT OPEN, CAT!"  You'd have to go to a friendly neighbours if we want to go to the loo but hey ho!

    By the way, we didn't have much sunshine down this way.  You must have got it, wherever you are.

    Once again I loved reading your Blog and I DID read it ALL, Honest Injun!

    Keep 'em coming.

    Lots of love and *hugs*, Madge x x x x