Saturday Night In the house...

Another week, another chemo, and so far my blood results are just about holding their own, which of course is good news.

I am still managing to play tennis, badminton and racquetball, with the odd class of yoga and aerobics, my netball has suffered a bit, understandably  as it's such a cardio workout, plus in case you hadn't noticed I'm actually quite old, and running around after 15/16year olds is really tiring!

Side effects are still minimal all things considered, feeling sick is the main one, tiredness and general aches and pains (or is that the sport?). I go to hospice every couple of weeks and get a lymph massage, as there is still some swelling in my leg/groin area, and the lovely nurse then usually straps me up with kiensesology tape which really does help.

Last night the family enjoyed a delicious chicken casserole cooked by AH, (plus some ginger biscuits just for me), and I had SW running around town doing my shopping whilst I sat down in Oncology for most of the day. A big thank you to them both.

Changing the subject completely, I have just started reading a book called The Cancer Whisperer, written by Sophie Sabbage. On the blurb at the back it states..." I have cancer, it does not have me". 

I have only read a few chapters, but there is plenty of information and certainly a lot I can relate to, without wanting to be accused of plagiarism, I would like to share some of the most poignant pieces in this blog.  

As with Sophie there is a myriad of emotions after being given a cancer diagnosis, "Denial is a deeply disempowering force, it rips you from the truth of things and paralyses your capacity to respond. It is a temporary shock absorber, a way to keep your horror and sorrow at arms length while you try to compute the mortality cancer makes you face."

So accepting the fact that you have cancer is a big step, "This is the passage from no to yes, darkness to light, victim to author, paralysis to creativity, passivity to power."

It states on the front of the book.. Finding courage, direction and the unlikely gifts of cancer.

I shall let you know how I get on.

This week has been busier than normal, as we have the kitchen being painted, and as with most houses the kitchen is the hub of the home. Fortunately It should be finished by Tuesday next week, so not much of an inconvenience, it looks better already.

We also had another trip to the vet with Beanie, she managed to rip a hole in her 'armpit', probably when she was chasing pheasants in thick undergrowth. (honestly if its not one dog its the other). So now she has stitches and is restricted to lead walks for ten to fourteen days and to keep her 'calm'.

Oh, that's easy then. She is actually a model patient, takes her pills and doesn't lick the wound too much, Its Jess I feel sorry for as she has enforced lead walks too!! You can see her thinking, "that sister of mine is nothing but trouble", strangely I feel the same way about my sister! Jokes.

Talking about overseas, I had a lovely afternoon walk with a friend (who now lives in Cornwall, but popped over to the island for a few days), on the one day it was sunny and reasonably warm this week, just like old times.

Ending tonight with a few photos.

 A chilly walk on a Saturday morning with Bex...

St Ouens bay

 Le Saie

 Le Saie in the sunshine!

 Gorey castle with plastic over the Jersey Royals.

We walked from home to Gorey....