With the last cycle of chemotherapy administered it is a mill stone that has been removed from around my next.
The eating is getting worse and very painful, but it can be coped with. You don't get this t-shirt for free.
What has happened to me over the last day is that the feeling has changed from being stuck in a situation where I am running to stand still, to it being one of "only another two weeks of radiotherapy and I have to make the most of it".
I am resting well and doing everything I can to help myself along the way. Kitten is being a superstar and is constantly coming up with ideas of different food to cope with my needs chopping and changing.
Not only do I feel more optimistic but I also I also feel more peaceful. I am not quite in a field of long green grass full of golden daffodils with the distant hum of John Denver's "Annie's Song" accompanied by the incandescence of the midday sun, but I am there without the line "let me die of your arms".
As opposed to previous analogies where I have expressed the disease as the dragon, now I feel like the dragon who needs a lie down. I still have plenty of fire tucked away though.
Cymraes and Grumpy are off to see Monty Python's "Spamalot" in Cardiff tonight, a show that Kitten, Notoplip, Sushi, Billy the Fish and Saucy Sue saw on its pre-opening run in London three years ago. It was for Billy the Fish's birthday and what a rollicking show it was too. Largely based on the Holy Grail and The Life of Brian.
I remember that night well.
ReplyDeleteI acquired a glass of champagne from one late night drinking hole and carried it merrily across Covent Garden.
The cobbles and my high heels really didn't go well together. I remember thinking exactly those thoughts as I lay sprawled on the ground!! I'm sure someone pushed me.
I actually felt very proud of myself that night - not only did I continue the evening with a ridiculously swollen ankle and still wearing the heels, I didn't spill a drop of champers on the tumble downwards!
I can't believe that was three years ago and I still suffer pain in my ankle.
Didn't we go onto a party at someone's house? Why would we do that!?!
We had to walk home as there were no taxis - I was barefoot by then!
Those were the days. I'm glad we've grown up now!xx
"I acquired a glass of champagne from one late night drinking hole and carried it merrily across Covent Garden."
ReplyDeleteWhat are you talking about??? You were drinking Veuve Clicquot and Bollinger by the shedful and Billy the Fish, Notoplip and my credit cards were taking a hammering.
As for growing up; I am only behaving because I have to :-)
***** Looks longingly at magnum of Veuve sitting prettily in kitchen *******
Must get better.
Must get better.
Must get better!
:-)
Spamalot was all you promised it would be. As well as having a much needed good laugh it brought back happy memories of the mad schoolboy humour of you and your mates.
ReplyDeleteNo spam sandwiches though! Love Cymraes and Grumpy. xxx