Thoughts on a Sunday

My rather pink garden looking happy in the Sunday sun.

June 10th

It is the most glorious Sunday.  Only the odd cotton wool cloud in the otherwise forgetmenot blue sky, a gentle breeze and the only sound being a gentle murmur of children playing a few doors down. The perfect day.

Friday was the first appointment, of I feel many, with my Oncologist.  I now have an Oncologist, sounds terribly grown up and you could say serious.  I’m looking at it as another person on my fabulous team of specialists who are going to make me ever better than before.

Nick and I went into the appointment not really knowing what to expect.  We met with Dr Raja who was the most delightful charming lady who talked us very thoroughly through both cancers, the results and what’s next.  I am definately going to have to have Radiotheropy on my RH boob as the cancer was so close to the surface.  4-6 weeks Monday to Friday of treatment.  I feel a rota might be needed for lifts but that can be sorted once we know more.  I am going to have to have Endocrine therapy (had to write that as it sounds as if I know what I am talking about) as a preventative measure for many years to come. In other words I have to take a drug everyday called Letrozole to stop the bloody stuff coming back.  The down side is the side effects are similar to getting the menopause, REALLY, I have to go through that again.  Life really has now thrown me a curve ball.   These sage tablets I am taking better kick in soon as the hot flushes or should I call them floods are a bloody nuisance.  So hot, dripping, stripping then damp and freezing cold.  Mother Nature really is not a very good mother if you ask me.  She obviously didn’t read the books or go to any parenting classes.

The final thing discussed was the American test, The Onco Test, which will be about another 2 weeks till we get the results.  This will determine if Chemo will be of any good for the cancer I had.  Everyone cross those fingers and toes of yours.  If I do have to have chemo it means Summer will be cancelled and that will be a bloody bugger.  As I have said before Shit Happens and you just have to deal with it.

It’s now some hours later and it’s dark, chilly and everyone is in bed.  I’m still sleeping in the basement as the L shaped sofa is the only place I can get some sort of comfortable position for sleeping.

Despite all of this we have had a fabulous weekend. As ever an entertaining Friday night dinner was supplied and cooked by our good friend Ruth with my parents joining us.  I was not allowed to do anything (again not in my nature). Many a laugh some good champagne and wine and fun evening had by all.  Saturday was interspersed with friends popping in and tonight we joined The Littlers next door for dinner (thanks for the BBQ Dave, fab as ever).  I did mange to sleep for two hours in the swing chair in the garden this afternoon which  I was truly loved.

I most probably have done too much but it has been good for the soul to see friends.  Tomorrow will be a rest day.  Two appointments this week the first one on Wednesday with the plastic surgeon, haven’t seen him since I left the hospital 2 weeks ago, so must rest these babies so the swelling goes down.

As ever thanks for being such great friends and for reading this. And a last message for Josh for his calls form Nantucket, love our chats.

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