I am sorry that there hasn't been a more recent posting, but the HUGE disruption that my sister caused with her four day stay put a spanner in the works so to speak!

It has been so lovely having her here, no, seriously I really mean it, even though she failed miserably on the 'jobs' front. Apparently cleaning isn't 'her thing', we never got round to making the Christmas cake, I had to do the ironing, and on the day she left we realised we'd never even managed to plant the spring bulbs! And she calls herself a gardener.

Mind you she has completely destroyed the hebe bushes that were growing rampantly in the garden, pruned them to within an inch of their lives. So disgusted was I with her refusal to do any chores I sent her out at 7:30am to get on with the task, ( it wasn't raining then).

That was another bone of contention , the weather, just because we had a few odd showers of rain, the earache I had with how lovely and sunny it was "up north". Bang out of order.

Don't worry though I got my own back, made her go to my aerobics class with the twins on Sunday morning- she had to borrow my clothes which in itself was highly amusing , and scrounged a pair of trainers off the girls.

All was going swimmingly until as we were jogging around in a circle and touching the floor with either left or right hand alternately, I glanced across and saw her going at a fair pace and stumble just avoiding a very nasty 'face plant'.

She hoped I hadn't noticed.

Fortunately she didn't fall on her face, and regained her composure quite quickly, unlike me who took a few minutes of smirking.

We were spoiled by SW buying us an overnight stay at a rather nice hotel out west, where we enjoyed the swimming/sauna/ steam as well as a lovely breakfast the next morning.

Wanting to keep Sal occupied until the last minute I suggested we went to racquetball Wednesday morning, she of course has never played ( it's a bit like squash, and she used to play that). She managed the warm up without visiting the floor face down and we played a match, that girl has biceps of steel, it's all that gardening she does. Anyway I was involved in another match when I discovered that on attempting to get to a shot had crashed into the wall and gone over on her ankle.

Had visions of going to A&E , with only three hours before her flight was due to leave. Once again she was lucky and didn't seem to have done anything too bad, but wisely retired gracefully.

Apparently the flight was on time and uneventful but during the car journey home the ankle started swelling, ice packs and painkillers required!!


All in all the four days went far too fast, but we did have such a good time ( or was that just me?). Not sure Sal had the restful short 'holiday' break she was looking forward too, returning battered and bruised !!

Bex is doing extremely well, she has made real progress with her weight gain, and is complying with all that's asked of her, she is taking the lead on many decisions and being steered into making the choices that are right for her.
( it's starting to sound like a school report!)

It's not plain sailing though and there are always good days and bad days, or just good mornings and not so good afternoons, she tires easily and has to rest lots, but it's all positive and she moving in the right direction.

Thank you to everyone for all their good wishes and messages of encouragement .

I had my pre chemo check up and chat on Wednesday , it got to a certain point and I felt like saying, stop, don't tell me anything else, it's far too depressing!! Bloods were taken, and all things being equal I start the first ( small ) dose on Monday at 9 ish. It'll take 4-5 hours as lots and lots of fluid are put through at the same time.
It's ok as they will position me near the toilet..... never mind that, four kids and two major abdominal operations I shall need to be IN the toilet.

It's not so much having the chemo, ( I've got the t-shirt- well actually two) it's the fact that my white cells are so low already, it does mean that I'm a bit of a guniea-pig, and the danger is the chemo knocks out all cells, good and bad, and I really don't have that many good ones to use to pick myself up.

Yes, I'm anxious, yes I'm annoyed at 'losing' out a day of the week sat in hospital ( it's ok , my sister says it would have been worse in the summer - she's right of course ) but I HAVE NO CHOICE! At least they feel that it's worth a pop, it's when there is nothing more they can do that I REALLY need to worry. Until then, ( or actually even after), I shall keep my pecker up.....

Finally thanks to the Merton girls for a lovely meal and night out, even if I shot off home early, it was nice to see everyone dressed in their glad rags!







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