It feels much longer than 5 days since I wrote the last blog. My reasons for not writing one, are not because I was too ill, too energy challenged etc, just that the time seemed to go by quickly with phone calls to and from family and friends and my daily naps. My naps can last from anywhere between an hour to 3 hours depending on how my body is feeling. I’m getting rather fond of these nana naps and have made a little promise to myself that I shall indulge in short nana naps even when I am well once again. Rejuvenating!
When I saw Doctor Katie on Tuesday she said the chemo may not be as strong next time because obviously my body didn’t appreciate the full on assault. On Friday I spoke to Doctor Emma. Now I’m not making favourites here, but I feel that Emma and Katie are such different doctors in their approach to doctoring. Emma is more straight forward and blunt with the doctoring stuff whereas Katie is good at chatting and giggling about stuff, especially her lack of sewing skills. This train of conversation was started with my sister who volunteered to sew an invisible zip in a skirt for Katie….but of course that didn’t happen because 1. they had no sewing machine at the hospital and 2. Bernice was returning to her home and wouldn’t be around.
Back to the subject of the chemo dosage for this coming week. Emma said it will be the same dosage after all and that means they will keep a close eye on me, as I will have to do also. More fluids, more rest and report any little ache or pain before it gets yukky. That’s okay. I’m ready for it. The past few days I have felt so good in general. Tired after a few hours as usual but I have a feeling of ‘wellness’ if you can understand what I mean.
Little things are a delight these days. Like lunch at a nice relaxed restaurant where we can chat and I can people watch. Like driving to Nambour to meet up with Adrian and my grandson Steven on Saturday. Mary didn’t risk coming as she had a bit of the sniffles and didn’t want to pass it on to me. I missed not seeing her, but she sent some delicious dishes for us….we had some soup last night and it was divine.
It was great to see Steven again but I do think he was a little taken aback when I whipped my beanie off to reveal my baldness. My head needed fresh air, and although it was a cool day, the sun was rather warm.
On our return I napped for a couple of hours. We tried to avoid the election votes counting on TV but with every channel obsessed with it, that proved to be impossible…so an early night with my book was the solution. Today, we Australians are still no wiser as to who is going to running our country, but it really isn’t something to worry about because neither party has a clue or a decent policy between them. The lies worry me, but what politician doesn’t lie? It’s best to go with the flow and grow one’s own vegetables.
Tomorrow my sister Bernice and her husband Jim will be here for a quick visit. It will be lovely to see them again and thank goodness it will be on one of my good days. Chemo starts Tuesday, so I should have a few days yet to feel normal.
You may recall my saying about the uni kids in the units on this floor making a lot of noise. Well Friday night was no exception and thankfully they shut up and went to sleep at around 3.30am. Saturday morning as we made our way to the lift for the carpark in the basement, who should be in the lift with huge bags of empty cans and bottles, but two of the noisy bunch. Poor girls didn’t know what to say or where to look when Tim said ‘Aha! So you are the noisy buggers who kept us awake till the early hours?’ One girl turned away and couldn’t look at us…the other made the excuse she was trying to sleep but it was everyone else making the noise. Likely story! I was a kid once too young lady. Tim reminded them that there are quite a few cancer patients living in the units who need their sleep. They looked appropriately shame faced and last night all was quiet.
The news from home is not the best as far as the chooks are concerned. They are still laying eggs and enjoying their times they are allowed to roam the block and scratch for worms….which was just the invite Chilli was waiting for. She sneaked round a back way to get in to the chooks and grabbed one. Poor chook is not feeling very well, probably because of the shock and maybe her wing is a little damaged too. Chilli got into serious trouble with Adrian and is banned from having any treats….that will almost kill her! She is a guts and loves her treats. Too bad. I’m surprised it wasn’t Daisy who caught the chook though, as she loves to run to them hell for leather and screech to a halt just in time to avoid them. Being a terrier, it’s in her DNA to chase them. Chilli is a Staffordshire Terrier and has that killer instinct also. I’ll keep you posted as to how the chook recovers….or not.
Next blog will be my chemo week. Keep your fingers crossed for me please. Take care everyone, enjoy your days and be kind to each other. Much love and big hugs and many many thanks for your support, messages and love. xxxx