Stop this ride....I want to get off !!!

  • Deck the Halls and acceptance.

    Tuesday 6th December

    Today has been a good day, I don't know how it happened but it's been ok. If Christmas wasn't around the corner it would've been better though.

    I woke up about 5.30am, I didn't use a sleeping tablet last night so that was good. My temperature was fine, I hate taking my temperature, it's like waiting to have permission to continue the day if it's within the correct range,…

  • Here comes Christmas :(

    Last night I had a melt down, I was ok until I wrote this  blog and started  to write a bit about my feelings. Then I overheard my husband talking to his parents on the phone, they do FaceTime as they live a long way away, my mum in law is great on the iPad at 84 years old!

    For the first time ever I didn't want to FaceTime as I looked awful and didn't want them to worry. 
    My husband was telling them all…
  • Sunny Sunday beach walk.

    Sunday 4th December

    Today has been a nice day so far. Woke up far too early for a Sunday though. 

    I'm sat here doing this blog after a lovely walk on the beach, it was freezing cold, I put two pairs of trousers on and really wrapped up. 

    Our friends met up with us on the beach while we walked the dogs, that was so lovely. It was good to chat about normal things. We couldn't go in the cafes etc because of…

  • Can I do this? Yes I can.

    Saturday 3rd December.


    Last night I went to bed and thought, maybe it would be nice to listen to one of my playlists on the phone, what a bad idea that was. I realised that for a whole month I hadn't played even one solitary song. I usually have my music on in the car, when I'm cooking, if the radio isn't on, my playlist is playing away. 

    I cried and cried into the pillow, I just couldn't play…

  • A day of reflection

    Friday 2nd December 

    Its been a month since the bombshell news. I thought about it at 9.20am, this morning right through until 10.50am, which was the time I walked out of the hospital that awful, awful morning.

    Looking back now, I think I knew, when they asked me to have a mammogram before seeing the consultant, I thought, 'this is not quite right.' I text my daughter who was waiting for me in the cafe, she…