Mrs T's lovely home

I had a lovely weekend at Mrs T's house.  She has the most beautiful home in a lovely valley in Somerset.  I have to say I was not feeling 100% and she looked after me so beautifully.  I only wish I was a lovely to her when she had the dreaded cancer.

One thing we did agree on is that chemo is totally vile!  Without a doubt the nastiest thing either of us has ever done.  Far far worse than having babies!  I did ask her why she did not tell me how horrid it was going to be.  She just smiled and said why would she?  And would it have helped.  Which is very true.  In fact if I'd know I probably would have run away long before the end.

Its funny because I was so looking forward to this week as it is the week before chemo, if I was still doing it and I was so looking forward to Friday and knowing I'm not off to chemo, but in reality I'm feeling very low.  I have no idea why as my hair is coming back and life is moving on.  I think it might be something to do with the chemicals that have been left behind.  I'm not the type of person who gets depression but boy am I feeling rough right now.  In and ideal world I'd be at home in bed crying.  Thank god I have a job that forces me to go to work although I'm not my usual happy self.  I can't seem to get excited about gossip or the fact that I've managed to bring in a huge event.  Normally a day like today would have me dancing around the office whereas in reality all I want to do is go home.

I really want to write about the lovely weekend but I'm not in the mood to write about a fun time so think I'll come back to it once this dark cloud has lifted.

Phew!

The last chemo is all over and I'm back to my old self!  Well until Radiotherapy starts in September.

I've had the most amazing adventures but due to people who read this blog I can't tell the whole story.  There have been some hysterical moments and some incredibly frustrating and irritating times. 

Funny moments such as two bald ladies shivering with fear while hiding in a Shorditch pub's beer garden with two huge suitcases (helping a friend leave psychotic boyfriend).

Having to steal my own car!  I kid you not!  Again a long story that I can't really tell.

Hoping I was kissed by the most beautiful man.  As Polly said "Thank god darling, someone pretty at long last".  Believe me their  have been some shockers!   I'm not totally sure if we did kiss as lovely boss had bought me too many cocktails.   Frankly can't see why pretty boy would want to kiss bloated, bald, middle aged woman but I'm living in hope!  Or am I?  If I was kissed I can't remember so might as well have not been!   Anyway he was divine.  Half native American and very rock and roll.  I'm jut going to pretend I was kissed.

Being told off by a grown adult because I'd thrown Mr Bongabonga in the bin!!  I kid you not! To be honest I have not idea who or what Mr bongabonga is and I have no recollection of throwing him/it in the bin.  Also being told of by neighbours because an unwanted guest turned up in middle of night on extremely noisy motorbike, then proceeded to make a huge fuss outside the house before driving off on extremely noisy motorbike.

I'm off to Somerset this weekend to stay with the infamous Mrs T  Hopefully she'll give me some more really useful tips on how to cope with cancer!  If so I'll be sure to pass them on to you dear reader.  for now I'll say good bye and enjoy the lovely English Summer!