|This is me last year sulking while walking in the Scottish Highands. Picture that same dejected look only now with less hair.|
I’m one of those people who can never, ever do anything wrong without being found out. For example I have only once travelled in a first class train carriage while carrying a second class ticket (this was 100 years ago when I was young, wild and rebellious). I was travelling for one stop, a journey of about 5 minutes. I got caught out and was given a very public ticking off by the train guard. Oh the shame.
Yesterday I went to my GPs for my pre-chemo blood test. The first thing the nurse asked me was what the hospital had said about my hand (I hurt my hand last week and the GP advised an x-ray). I had to confess that I hadn't been to hospital. She gave me a very stern look and was about to give me a good old fashioned talking to, but I headed her off at the pass by saying, truthfully, that the swelling had virtually gone and that I was sick and tired of hospitals. Trust me to get a nurse who had actually read my notes before the appointment. There is no way I could ever take up a life of crime, I’d be behind bars in next to no time.
So, talking of hospitals, I’m off for herceptin and swamp juice today (heart and blood tests permitting). I’m all set - my kindle is full of new downloads and my bag is full of snacks. In fact I’ll probably be rolling to chemo as I can feel waistbands tightening after too much good living. I had a lovely meal on Friday courtesy of sis no 2, ate out with J and M on Saturday and then had pizza yesterday lunchtime with sis no 1. Let’s hope the chemo chairs are reinforced.
While I’m stuck at hospital all day the other-half plans to stand vigil over the lovingly crafted new front garden. One of the neighbourhood cats is using it as his personal litter tray. Without going into too much detail we believe the culprit is a very large cat going by the em, deposits, he leaves behind. He doesn’t even attempt to bury it. I feel he is cocking a snook at us. The chief suspect is Big Brown Bad Cat who we also believe has been largely responsible for Cyril’s escape attempts. Yes, the evidence is circumstantial but damning nonetheless. We have bought heaps of cat-deterrent powders and the like. There is now such a concoction spread all over the soil that should a passer-by flick a cigarette butt into the garden the whole thing will probably go up in a spectacular ball of flame. Needless to say none of this has put off the phantom pooher. Oh well, if the other-half catches Big Brown Bad Cat in the act today I should be coming home to a new and furry Big Brown Hat, which would be very handy as the temperatures are dropping and my relatively newly exposed ears are freezing.
PS. On more of a cancery note, Oct 13th is Secondary Breast Cancer Awareness day. The Breast Cancer Care website is trying to promote the day and has made some short films about living with the condition on a day-to-day basis. One of the participants is Laurie, who helped me massively when I first found out that I had secondary cancer. If you’re interested her film can be seen by clicking here, (although a word of warning the film doesn't seem to work on iPads). And more info, on promoting the awareness day can be found here.