I can't say the last three years have actually been a smooth ride, but nor have a lot of peoples (directly or indirectly), and we just have to deal with what life throws at us.
Backtracking a bit to Monday, Bex took me into hospital and stayed 'nursing' me all day. The transfusion went ok, just took the best part of six hours. I had a lovely nurse looking after me BM, who was entirely professional throughout the treatment...(he told me to say that), and we definitely did not have a mishap with the first bag that nearly split (tape, scissors and sticky-back plastic), blood spraying on pillow, machine and me. (slight exaggeration, but partly true!) It wasn't his fault of course, despite me quoting 'a bad workman' at him. It's a wonder he just didn't stab me with a sharp needle at that point but as he had already done that, there didn't seem any point.
As I was feeling incredibly tired and poorly yesterday they took bloods from me before the transfusion, in case I was neutropenic and needed to be admitted to hospital. Not top of my list of 'things to do'. Bizarrely the blood counts were the best they'd ever been, but that apparently was an artifical reading. I had given myself the injection Neulasta last Thursday and it sends the bone marrow into overdrive. Ultimately I am suffering the side effects of chemo though the results didn't show that..but at least no hospital admittance.
I managed a walk through town to grab a lift home with hubby, (much to his annoyance, as he said I shouldn't, walk that is, not get a lift), but I needed to feel the sun on my face and the warm wind in my hair after two days cocooned indoors.
A big thank you once again to LT and family, who had left a complete meal ready for everyone when we got back home. That was hugely appreciated by the boys, who were late back after having moved the Duchesse from its moorings, and consequently the speed in which they devoured the supper didn't really do it justice
I was hoping to feel much better today, (so impatient), and was so disappointed when I realised that I was still 'wiped out', simple tasks taking all my energy. I'm struggling to eat anything of substance and my insides are like a washing machine on a 'full spin' cycle. Dan took Jess out this morning, I just knew that I was too tired to even walk her down the meadow. I also knew there was no way I was even going to attempt a yoga class... i went back to bed.....and slept.
It was only late this afternoon that i felt a little better, and felt well enough to water the vegetable garden, and pot a few plants. P&E has been in Alderney all day and arrived home at six, closely followed by the discovery of a stray dog turning up in the yard. A big black labrador, who had a certain penchant for Jessie.... without going into too much detail, he made himself at home for a few hours before being reunited with his owners (who lived a fair distance away). As Papa said "Never a dull moment in this house!"
"Boyce".....
Lastly tonight a photo of AA's birthday cake...brought around this evening, (also thanks to Becky who had kindly made Dan a chocolate cake earlier)...
Even has the Seafaris boat on top!
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