As I’ve previously mentioned, our lovely, crazy and inspirational friend Emily Parsons is running an average of more than a marathon a day for six consecutive days. On the seventh day, she will run the Great North Run. The GNR is just a half-marathon but we’ll let her off because it’s a Sunday, which is, after all, supposed to be a day of Continue reading “What’s the Crack?”
On this date seven years ago, Graham asked me to marry him, having sought my parents’ permission a couple of days before. He had intended to propose the next day (a Saturday) but was so nervous that he jumped the gun. Continue reading “Propose in Haste, Turn Silver at Leisure”
First, two firsts.
For the first time since at least October, I have worn a symbol of my married status. Although I have lost two and a half stone since Christmas, I still can’t get either my wedding or engagement ring on. Happily, my eternity ring is back on my ring finger: Continue reading “From Eternity to Hair”
It has been a mixed bag of a week, including some great times with the kids; emotional and physical tiredness; brain fatigue; my worst seizure since early May; a visit from a different wing of Garden Force; and, a warm welcome from our new neighbours.
My big seizure happened last Sunday. I had pushed myself a bit too much (it really doesn’t take much) on Saturday Continue reading “Choppy Waters Still Run Deep”
We are now living in The Hobbit House!
No thanks to me, I might add! It was all down to others, not least of all my Silver-husband! I slept pretty much all morning then packed my clothes and toiletries. (When I say packed, I piled them into a couple of bags.) I then rested and slept for most of the afternoon as I felt absolutely shattered after that gigantic effort. That’s not sarcasm, I felt like I’d climbed Kili again.
Garden Force (family on my Mam’s side) arrived at 2pm and they’ve done a great job in clearing out and tidying up some of the borders. Thanks, Carole and Judy, sorry I didn’t make it here to thank you in person.
I arrived at the house just before the kids’ bedtime. As we pulled up in the car, the kids were waving at me through the living room so I waved back. By the time I got out of the car, they were standing excitedly on the front door step in their pyjamas. Despite my mixed emotions about the move overall, I couldn’t help but beam at the sight before me and my heart lifted and melted at the same time. It was the perfect way for me to move in.
After putting the kids to bed (the first time I’ve put Jennifer to bed in eons), eating our tea and unpacking our clothes into our super-spacious wardrobes (mine is less than a third full – time for shopping!), we are now watching/listening to BBC Proms’ John Williams tribute:
Tonight, I will sleep in my own bed for the first time since 31 August:
I hope it’s as comfortable as I remember!
Thanks to the many dozens of people involved in getting us moved from our old house into this one, we can’t express enough how grateful we are.
Words just aren’t enough to thank those two special people who have enabled me to live with my husband and children since mid-November. We know it’s as natural for you to do everything you can for us (in good times and bad) as it is for the sun to rise in the morning. You say you don’t need thanks (although you could do with a few new carpets and decorating thanks to the kids’ exploits!). Here’s a big public thank you anyway.
No, the title doesn’t refer to my age (although I feel it sometimes!) but this is the 150th post on this blog.
It’s come (coincidentally) in the middle of quite a big week for me and my family: I started the week with the final tablets of my final cycle of chemotherapy; Jennifer “graduated” from nursery yesterday and finishes pre-school tomorrow; and, tomorrow we move into our new home, The Hobbit House. Continue reading “150 Not Out”
Akynzeo/Metoclopramide 5 – 0 Temo
It’s a whitewash!
In Part Four of this mini-series, I wrote that I was worried about how my last day of chemo was going to be without my new best-friend Akynzeo. My lovely Silver Owl* said that, even if it was going to be a bad day, I should look back to where I was pre-treatment. Continue reading “Sickness Score (Part Five of Five)”