First Day of Radiotherapy

Chauffeur No. 1, Lorna

Got up as usual, then walked the kids to school. My first chauffeur, Lorna came round at 10am and drove me to Mount Vernon. We chatted and caught up on the way. The hospital was very busy. My first radiotherapy appointment was as to be expected, the room is a massive white room with a remote controlled bed and a large white scanner like thing, red and green laser beams, about 4 staff lining me up before the zapping. No pain, just a noise. Lying still with my arms up behind me for about 15 minutes was quite hard. It was cold in there. 

We had some lunch after it was all over... all in all it was a good day. Picked the children up, made some cookies with them and then slept until early evening. 

I've reached the age where I can't function without glasses

Especially if they're empty

Am I 2 Weak 4 3 Weeks?

Only three weeks to go, and then I'm done! 

Well, that's how I should be feeling, but I feel so low about it. It's not that I am frightened of the treatment, in fact I don't know what it is that is making me feel this way. Maybe, as I have had such a long break, that to start again, is just so laborious. It's probably the drugs playing with my hormones making me a blubbering mess, as both chemotherapy and tamoxifen can bring on early menopause!

At work I couldn't quite concentrate entirely. Home for a nap. Chauffeur No.1 turning up at 10am tomorrow. 

Sign language;
It's very handy

Spice up My Jokes

What a busy day at work! Short staffed and manic. Tomorrow is my last day at work for a while. I will be hibernating from then. The radiotherapy is going to make me tired... well, I hope it helps me to sleep at night which I am not doing too well at the moment; I stayed up all night trying to remember if I have amnesia or insomnia.

Mum and Dad came round after school, they got me a book from the library (I think they have sensed that my jokes are getting thin on the ground). 5,000 Great One Liners. Also a new spice-rack (there's a fine line between hyphenated words). 

Halloumi - the only cheese that greets itself in the 3rd person

Bob-Less Bond Babe

Judy Dench (M)

Me (P)

First day in the playground without Bob. I was told that I look sophisticated, "like I could run MI5".

First day at work without Bob. They just called me 'M'... Well, I am just taking it as a compliment (I had always wanted to be compared to a Bond girl)! It was much more comfortable going naked, albeit a bit colder. 

Bond in the bath?
Bubble 07

Chillax

Sunday lie-in. Had a big sort out of the twins' rooms. Tommy made a gorgeous Sunday roast again. We all had a big chill out day. I went to Tesco without Bob to keep my head in order, felt very conspicuoius, but didn't get too many strange looks.

Work, rest, sleep

Another Saturday at work. Lauren popped round after work and we put the world to rights. I am now on count down to radiotherapy starting on Thursday. So, the difference between chemotherapy and radiotherapy is that the chemo destroys all fast growing cells, such as hair, nails, cancer. It is injected via the vein to run throughout the whole body. Radiotherapy does the same, but is zapped via lazer directly to the area concerned.

I now can only wash in Simple soap....soap, I haven't used a bar of soap for years. I can only moisturise with aqueous cream. No perfume or anti-p.

I was accused of being self-important.
I nearly fell off my throne

Feathery Hair

Took the car and left it at the garage, then walked back from there to Laurens house. We went shopping for the morning. Had a laugh which cheered me up. She dropped me off at The Feathers at Wadesmill where I met the twin mums for lunch. Whilst I was there I took off Common Bob to show of my long hair. That really confused the barman when I went to pay! He didn't recognise me.

I got a lovely card today from cousin Clare in Scotland. Tommy picked up the car (he's so strong)... broken suspension spring. Oscar had Andrew round for tea. 

Tired, early night.