I braced myself this morning after being informed yesterday that I absolutely had to go to a client meeting in the City today. I got up early this morning, got showered, dressed, did hair and added a goodly layer of make-up to hide deathly pale countenance. I didn't look so bad. Spent another twenty minutes at home making sure every possible ounce of extraneous material was wrung from my body toilet wise and then drove to work. I was in the studio exactly, oooh, about half a minute before someone asked me if I was feeling better and I burst into tears. Sigh. This too, I am sure, will pass ..... but it really is happening at the most inopportune moments. Decision was made to send Design Manager to the client briefing instead and I was ordered home to work at the safety of my desk in the spare bedroom (directly opposite the bathroom).
So here I am again (twiddle thumbs idly and look blankly at design tasks neatly piled on desk waiting for inspiration – it's not happening).
Anyway, last night saw the "excitement" of A's return from the hospital with all his stoma kit. Immediately upon inspection of his bag I thought about decoration options - okay, it is perfectly serviceable but very, very beige .... as a designer I can help but think it could definitely do with some improvement. Actually, not at all a scary thing as thank goodness for Mike on a Bike who had already revealed all to us at the Banstead bash - so we just looked at A's Stoma bag with various different shirt lengths, jeans, belts, no belt (by the way my love you can call the whole wedding off if you decide to take up the Stoma nurses suggestion of wearing braces!) and then tucked in and "loose". It didn't fall off. He jigged around, made dinner, laid on the sofa, did bits and bobs, went to bed, got up, showered and it was still attached - so that's good. Seriously, my only concern was how it would have implications for our love life - so I was paying particular attention to where the little black marker dot is for the surgeon and just checking various ..... well, you know. But that too is fine! Yay!
Tomorrow morning I pick up the antibiotics that will hopefully stop my malcontented digestive system in its tracks and return bodily service to normal and hopefully at the same time inspiration will strike and I will be a positive library of great design ideas. Fingers crossed eh? In the meantime I am happy to report that my lovely mum has volunteered to take the day off on Friday to help me tidy the house pre party. Her offer was eagerly accepted, as have all the other offers from friends and family. I am waaaaaay past pride now.
We have had some wonderful emails from people today, and people have been making such fantastic comments about us both writing the blogs. It always surprises me, as blog writing for me is ultimate therapy - I just blah at the screen and then press return. It really, really helps, good days as well as bad, and hopefully as time goes on we will be able to look back upon the journey we have taken courtesy of the big C. I am planning on it being a long one.
Love & hugs
T x
