Hello hello!
Long time no speak, soz about that.
Not least because I’ve had COVIDAD 91 (OK, he’s 92 now but we haven’t had the Gerald variant yet) here all week and that’s been…..challenging.
‘Well I thought all of your hair would have been gone by now….ha ha ha ha ha!Never been much good anyway has it…ha ha ha ha ha!’
Really enjoying his sensitive nature.
It’s always been the same to be fair. My earliest memory, of his ambitions for me, is when I was into riding horses AT THE AGE OF TWO was that I’d compete in Badminton horse trials and marry someone called Jeremy or Gerald or Tarquin and live in the Cotswolds, breeding my own ponies, and shouting hurrah at any given opportunity. Then probs have Jude Law and actual Cameron Diaz round to our lovely home and have scones and jam and cream all afternoon.
We’re not meant to have the old boy here just now, as I’m in treatment, and he is the biggest bug spreader EVER. Bluuuechhh! The cough spreads a million viruses, the hanky is manky – the man’s a walking viral time bomb. However, on our weekly Skype last Saturday, 92-yr old Gerry turned into little boy lost.
‘Well it’s not fair because both of my friends are going away for ten days and I’m all on my Jack Jones’.
‘Dad. Shall we come and get you??’
‘I don’t want to be a trouble to you what with all the arthritis you’ve got.’
(Ummmmmmmm?)
The arthritis diagnosis was because he’d seen me hobbling around and asked why. I’d told him my entire body aches from chemo, but my joints and extremities are responding well to the bone marrow injections in that, they bloody hurt all the time, so they must be working. Doctor Dad’s solution? ‘Get out and exercise more – you’ve always been a bit podgy!’
Smashed his face in 😂😂😂😂
‘We’re coming for you dad. See you in two hours.’
Anyway, back to chemo lols
Jeez Louise – this one’s a toughie. I’m absolutely fine with it – the worse it is, the more it helps- all bloody fine by me. I mean, we’re on to a bit of a loser here, given it’s in the lymphs- and the chemo only has a 3-5% chance of working – but why shouldn’t I be in that number? Someone has to be! You’ve got to put your best lung forward and that is what I will do. Pah!
Urgh – apart from some unforeseens.
As I understand it, most chemo cocktails affect one’s ability to pass wee or….the other stuff. With breast cancer chemo, I had a bigger blockage than the petrol queue at Tesco today – which I wasn’t even in.
Woah. Lung cancer chemo. Eye of a needle. Running of the mill. Rivers of Babylon. Does it tell you it’s coming? Does it need to go to smear hab? No, no, no.
Well my friends – and I hope I can trust you with this – first warning.
Wandering up the garden, khaki (phew!) shorts on, off to complete a few essential tasks.
A graceful, soundless lady puff, escapes.
All down my bloody legs 🤮🤢🤦♀️
Another occasion. Going about my business in house and home; pause for a moment – oak floor seems to have changed its hue – dark teak.
Luckily, I’m in a dry cycle just now – in that, I’m a week out of the last chemo and I have a week to go until the next. Everything is holding!
Hair update: also holding very well! Lady hairs removed pre ceemz have not grown back; head hair thinning but not so you’d notice. As with last time, I didn’t know I had nose hair til I lost it; nose running all the time, as there’s no hair to filter it. Hmm!! Snotty old me 😂😂🤦♀️
My main hairline is receding BUT; with a faintly uncharitable air, I reflect that this happens to blokes. And I want to say, for every period, child, menopause- once we ladies are done, we’re done. Sorry male species – your hair will never grow back 😂😂😂💃💃💃💃💃
Dad? Snoozing well. He’s 92. This evening he told me he loved me very much. I’ve been waiting 55 years for that, cheeky old bugger ❤️❤️
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