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As coffee morning approaches I had to give it a little go....
(apologies to Flanders and Swann)
We're terribly Marks and Spencer at number 89,
I've baked a cake, make no mistake,
The butter icing's fine!
We're terribly battenburgh biscuits -there's chit chat without ends,
The muffin tarts with chocolate hearts,
To share with likemind friends,
We've planned an uninhibited, drop in and sip event,
Pavlovas won't relent,
In case of rain, a tent.
We don't know if you'll like...
This is day one of this blog. I was never one to keep a diary and always took every day as it came. I was diagnosed last October 2014 with Ovarian cancer and like most people the bottom fell out of my world. I was a very healthy 46 year old with a full and active life. Hubby and I went through everything together hand in hand. Early July after major surgery and chemo, the letter came through for looks like nothing left and all traces have gone. Yippee said I now we can focus on getting back to work...
It is hard to imagine that the time has flown by so quickly, as it feels like yesterday. Although I have been back at work since January 2015, I feel gripped with fear from time to time like a form of shell shock. The revelation about her condition last year devastated me completely and its almost the case that I have to emotionally relive it again. People say try to get through the first year but it seems impossible to look that far ahead.
I guess this had to happen, though I am feeling better after phone calls with two good friends earlier today. You fight your way through treatment, get that done, fight your way through the physical hell of its effects, start the long, slow recovery and then your focus shifts to the next step. But that next step is weeks away, you are totally exhausted and there is nothing to be done except wait. That next step consists of a scan to see whether the treatment has worked. The potential for paranoia...
Morning everyone,
I am sitting up in bed wide awake with acid indigestion thanks to the chemo watching yet another history programme while the household continues to knock out the Zzzzs.
It doesn't matter though because I have you lot to talk to and when it is quiet I can order my thoughts better.
The chemo effects are building up and I almost always feel nauseous again despite the four different types of anti sickness medicine I take including my syringe driver. It really has taken its toll...
It's nearly 3 am and I'm sitting in the shed. From the other side of the fence I can hear the gentle snorts, snuffles and grunts of a couple of young boar settling down in the ferns. I can tell they are young by the depth of their grunts, nowhere near as deep as the big daddy that chased me down a path this spring. With a shed wall and a fence between us, the noise is strangely comforting. With nothing but air between us, I run like hell and scream like a whoopsie.
Today should have been...
I don't think my eyelids work anymore.
I'm utterly exhausted but wide awake and there's just me and that damn ticking clock for company. Even Basil the cat has gone to bed. In four and a half hours time I leave for work. Between us, work is going to be difficult. Commuting is going to be difficult. Saying my name is going to be difficult.
As the sleeping pills didn't work, my lovely GP said to try upping my pain meds to see if they would knock me out but they've had the opposite effect...
Thanks to the lovely ladies here on Macmillan, my stock of bags is vastly depleted. I say vastly because I really didn't have that many to start with and selling 10 has posed me with a rather nice challenge; I'd better make some more damn quickly!
When I started making the bags I had no intention of selling them, it was purely to see what I could do with some rather nice material and maybe I'd give them away to friends If they liked them. Well I did give quite a few away but I daren't now...
Ahhhhh back home....
We have just arrived back today after a week away in a caravan with the children, a good time was had by all!
The caravan was a lovely big static on a peaceful site with a river running through it, we had no internet or phone signal on site either, so had to rely on books and in my case crochet to keep our minds occupied. Brought back many memories of such holidays of when I was younger and we would go away as a family. You may find it very odd but I love all the little cupboards...
Hi mun passed away from stage 4 overian cancer . She put up a great fight for over 14 months with major surgery and chemo . She was admitted to hospital 2 weeks ago as she was vomiting alot and we was told it was terminal . She had 2 drivers inserted into her legs to help with pain and sickness . The day she passed aeay we was called to hospital to say mum was doing well she had a few weeks left with us and would be moved to hospice . That nighy we went up at 8pm as usual to find mum in so much psin...
