Post 191: Celebrations in 2 Days
My Darling’s Birthday in 3 days
Our Second anniversary in 3 days
Bone scan in 4 days
Holiday to Cumbria in 6 days
Oncology Powwow in 20 days
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So, the gurgling tummy and the foul smell became an obvious ailment by early morning, and after four rushes to the loo for relief, the diarrhoea showed its cards. But as soon as it came, it went — if you know what I mean.
It was over so fast I hardly knew it was there. By one in the afternoon I ate toast and butter, and later a light pasta (shells and a shop sauce with some cheese on top) that only encouraged me to eat more. So I did.
In the meantime, my Darling had swept the place clean while I lay in bed till 3 p.m. resting. I did feel guilty, but there was no stopping her — and I had no energy anyway. She wanted the place spick and span for our eldest T & K (T and his wife K) for the celebrations at the weekend. They were driving down and would arrive while I was at a Health Update at Work at 4 p.m.
Although I felt okay after a shower, I did feel a little awkward going along so soon after the morning loo issues, but I needed to be there and wanted to see my workmates after the meeting too.
The meeting went okay, and I went through my situation in detail. But when I confessed to the broken rib, I shed a tear. It was a mercifully brief emotional wobble, but the obvious issue for me was that now and until it’s fixed, I can’t lift anything heavier than a pencil — which is truly shattering. It meant I can’t pick up where I left off (yes ha-ha) and be with my late-shift buddies on the workshop floor.
The response was remarkable and kind: “An admin job is coming up,” the director said, “and it might suit you perfectly. In fact, no one wants to do it — so it’s yours when you want it.”The only catch was that I’d have to go into work every day, no VPN. No working from home.
To me, this was brilliant and so cooperative — a possible re-start sometime after the 13th November is possible, after which I’ll know more about my cancer via the powwow. That was acceptable and everyone was happy.
That ended the meeting, and it was the turn of my besties for a chat. It was lovely to see all three mates, and the chatter was easy. They had to get back to work after I’d caught them up on my issues especially the rib and they caught me up on the gossip around the shop-floor, so we said our farewells, and I headed back into town to drop a big deposit at the curry house for Saturday’s celebratory meal. All was okay except for the busy roads full of home-bound workers.
T & K were already home when I got back, and it was lovely to hug and chat with them, catching up on their fat cat Shadow. (Note: the image today is Shadow) His diet’s going well, and he’s being looked after by friends while they’re away — though I think they were already missing him. How things have changed for them since moving into their first home, earlier this year — all for the better apart from living so far away.
We adjourned to the lounge with a new box of Quality Street, and after counting the green triangles (3, my favourite) and the purple ones (I can’t remember how many, but they’re now small and round) we set into them like it was already Christmas. There are now no green triangles. I wonder where they went?
It was so nice to have our guests relaxed, fed, and updated on the secret — which I can’t mention because my Darling will, at some stage, read this and that would give it away. Enough about that.
So, the only other thing I did all day was forum replies.
OMG! There are so many new members with questions I can help with. Today was the busiest day ever for me, and if there’s one thing that improves my mood and motivation, it’s knowing my replies are helpful — and they seemed to be, judging by the responses back.
I went to bed happy, even with my aching rib cage.
Tomorrow is the visit to the Hospice Doctor for advice about my ribs. He doesn’t know it yet, but I’ve got a list of woe — if he lets me read it out. Time will tell.
Until next time — bye-bye.
