It truely was a Glorious Day.

I7th November.

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 I didn’t expect to feel the way I did as I walked out of 81 Harley Street yesterday morning but boy I felt elated, ecstatic, excited and frigging over the moon. For the first time in 7 months I have not had anything hanging over me. There has always been the next step, phase, treatment to go. Firstly the operation, then chemo, then waiting for my hair to fall out and then radiotherapy. Now with my hair growing back and treatments over I can seriously look forward and not stay in limbo Hell.  I found myself dancing and jigging around the kitchen when Nick came home from work singing a wee song about not going back and then proceeded to make a good dent in a rather nice bottle of white wine ( Grannie Annie Lemonade!)

Sadly it’s not over though, and everyday I will continue to have a reminder of what myself, my family and my lovely friends have gone through.  Twice a day I have to continue putting the  doublebase gel on the area I had the radiotherapy ( I do both sides as I have to look after the scars on both boobies still). The skin will continue to react for a least another week although radio is over, then it will go from pink and sunburnt feeling to brown, maybe dry and most probably peel. A constant reminder for some months to come.  I have also been given Aloe Vera to put on the pink, itchy rash that is occurring to sooth it. Then there is the sage tablets and evening primrose oil I take twice a day to help with the hot flushes, the Letrosol ( anti cancer drug) I take once a day with the side effect of hot flushes!!!, and finally the prescription toothpaste the dentist told me to use last week.  After brushing my teeth I must not rinse my mouth out or eat and drink for at least an hour but preferably 2-3 afterwards.  That means I have to make sure I’m not hungry, thirsty or haven’t forgotten my pills. I might still have two minor operations BUT I have no more treatments and my hair is growing back which are two bloody good reasons to be Happy.  

To celebrate yesterday Doramy my lovely sister in law came to meet me, we did some browsing the shops, Liberty’s Christmas department in particular where she brought me a decoration to mark the day and then I managed to buy the craziest most silly pair of beautiful stunning ankle boots, with more than a little encouragement from Doramy. Watch my feet people they’ll be out and about with the festive season coming!

Normality, well my normal  can return, walking the dog in the rain and get sewing again.  Got animal print jackets to make and sell.  Torbagz is back!!

 

UPDATE SECTION:  

Appointments, 93  

Hair growth:

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8 thoughts on “It truely was a Glorious Day.

  1. Congrats on finishing the treatments Toria! You’re strength has been bloody amazing!! Looking forward to a CC catch up soon where we can celebrate in person. In the meantime… raising a glass to you over the pond xox

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  2. Yes, yes, yes you are a star!!!! A beautiful, glorious(see what I did there) shining star. And the world is a better place because of you!

    Now, show me the boots!!!! 🙂
    Bx

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  3. Abs FAB news, darling T – massive congrats for getting through all these months, and with such unimaginable strength, humour, wonderful stubbornness, generosity and sheer style! I think you have honestly been a lesson to us all…..and we have all learned so much from your blog. HATS OFF to you – and talking of hats, don’t chuck them out when your hair grows back, will you? You have smashed the headgear thing during this last tough year, and we would miss them…..but it will be glorious to see you back with your blonde/pink mop!
    Big hurray and loads of love xxxxxx

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  4. Where’s the picture of your ankle boots that’s I want to focus on!! Great news Toria.
    Big love
    Jude xx

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  5. Dad and I are so proud of you and look forward to celebrating at Terra Trattotia with a glass of Drappier Fizz before hand . All our love .

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