Because of the delights of chemo side-effects my plans for a mega sewing day have been abandoned. If I tell you that it is 10 steps to my bathroom from my bed and that, in recent days, I've really needed it to be 8 steps I think you'll get my drift. Further lurid details available on request. Sis no 3 was going to come round and help me attack my dress-making project but that's a real no-go today. Sigh. I am hoping, at some stage, to get a bit further than this:
On Thursday I go to see my oncologist to get the results of my latest scans. I am not at all confident that the current chemo is working so I'm pretty apprehensive about it, especially as the scans included bone and brain this time. If chemo hadn't already destroyed my fingernails I'd be biting them to the quick. I've written about the delights of scanxiety a million times before but, of course, the process doesn't get any easier so I'm going to continue whinging about it. So there.
Cyril, the three-legged monster cat is continuing his reign of terror in the neighbourhood. As well as regularly attacking all the local mogs he comes home with his fair share of scratches. I despair. Added to all this is the added horror that is Snooky. Snooky (a black and white cat with the added bonus of four legs) lives down the street. He was rehoused there by sis no 1 in her capacity as a volunteer at the local cat rescue centre. She has a lot to answer for as Snooky and Cyril have become arch enemies. Snooky is just as rufty-tufty as Cyril and neither of them are prepared to admit defeat. In fact we drove past Snooky the other day. I actually should say drove round, as he was sitting in the middle of the road refusing to budge an inch. That cat is a tough cookie. If the current state of affairs persists, I think Cyril may take a contract out on him.
Yeah, yeah OK it isn't all doom and gloom, on the plus side
Cantankerous cats go soft
Look what happened yesterday
The three-legged monster cat decided to get all smoochy and we had a major love-in. I was honoured (and sleepy).
Out and about
I'd be a big fat fibber if I said I felt grotty every day so I've been out and about a bit including a trip back to Wollerton Old Hall. Even though the gardens aren't at their best yet it's still lovely, look
And I leave you with a photo of the loveliest bloom in the garden
Ha, ha, ha. I am very funny.
PS. If you haven't had enough of me already my latest post for Vita (online breast cancer magazine) is available here