Thursday 9th November

This day five years ago Dan had his graduation in Winchester.... I'd had my first operation in March 2012 and was trying to finish my cycles of chemo, my hair had just started to grow back, as the photos show. It was a happy day, and we were all proud to be there, grandparents included.

Its been quite an eventful few days following on from the fantastic holiday ( seems like a distant memory). Hubby has ended up with a stinky cold, which fortunately his immune system seems to be tackling better than mine ever does.

We've started fundraising for my future daughter-in-law who has managed to secure a place with the UK charity Ovacome and is running in the London Marathon next year. She has to raise at least £2,000 just for starters.

Since my chat with the Marsden I have had nothing but pain from my leg! I think thats somebodys "law". I have at least stopped coughing, but my cardio has only marginally improved. This is worrying, but I do have a chest scan booked for tomorrow afternoon.

We've been to the hospital already this week, one of the family needed a colonoscopy, and as i said to the nurse in all seriousness, "we do need to get to the bottom of this".
I know, I know.

Just as bad as saying my leg is killing me, which actually it may well be, but that's 'black humour' for you.

Talking of humour, I had to take Beanie to the vet this week to spend her Christmas present money on getting her paw pad stitched. No idea how she cut it, but she was very well behaved, that is until she got home, heard her sister going out for a walk and then flew out of the garden and down the meadow trailing a chicken printed crepe bandage and cotton wool behind her.

Back to the vet for another strapping, lasted another 12 hours before it too was hanging off. We decided we would improvise and found some crepe bandage in the cupboard and Dan used his expert first aid skills to cover her paw.

While I was out they had to walk the girls, and decided in their wisdom that they needed to keep the paw dry, so wrapped it in two clean dog poo bags, and a small sandwich bag tied on with string.

They forgot to take any leads and as they had to walk back along the lane they needed one and so  they had to improvise, which meant tying a strip of black silage plastic on Beanie's collar.
You can just imagine what they must have looked like. My poor dog. 

If you're interested in Steph's story and are not on FB, look at the link below.

https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/stephanie-egre