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)”
Akynzeo 4 – 0 Temo
The 88 hours of the magic anti-nausea drug’s lifespan expired earlier today. I feel a bit queasy thinking about taking the final tablets of this final cycle later today without its protection. My apprehension obviously won’t help matters! Hopefully the Metoclopramide (the usual anti-nausea pills) will step up to the plate in Akynzeo’s absence.
Another date for the diary: today was my brother’s due date. Typical of his laid-back attitude, he had to be dragged out 13 days later!
Akynzeo 3 – 0 Temo
My Dad was looking into the anti-sickness drug on Thursday evening (as an Industrial Chemist does in his spare time!). He told me that Akynzeo is a compound of something and something else (he said the names of the somethings but I don’t care much about that). What was more interesting to me was that he read that each tablet costs the NHS £69, whereas in America it costs $600 per tablet. I think that, even with fluctuations in the exchange rate, it’s pretty safe to say that the NHS gets the better deal. Continue reading “Sickness Score (Part Three of Five)”
Akynzeo 2 – 0 Temo
I had an unexpected bonus yesterday: I made it to the half-hour session at Jennifer’s new school to see her classroom and meet her new teacher. J had already met her new teacher when the teacher recently visited her at nursery, but she had not visited the school nor her classroom. I, on the other hand, had been shown around the classroom last year but not met her new teacher having missed the parents’ session a couple of weeks ago. I had written off being able to go to yesterday’s induction with it being in the middle of chemo. Thank you Akynzeo!