Can't keep me away.....

Saturday morning I decided i needed my energy to watch the forthcoming netball tournament so didn't walk the girls, picked up my sister instead. (I'm not making a joke about that )

The tournament was AMAZING and fortunately the rain held off, the matches were on outside courts so it needed to stay dry.

Loads of players, some who were netballars, some who had played a bit, and some who thought they were at a tennis match and there was serving involved....

It was a lovely atmosphere, and despite a few falls.... ( yes, even in walking netball) , or were they deliberate pushes?, and a scant understanding of the rules, they all seem to have a good time.

Of course it couldn't have gone ahead without the organisers, umpires , table scorers and tea makers.

Having never really watched how the game was played I was intrigued. Absolutely no jumping, four seconds with the ball, and definitely no running.
It was hilarious. Particularly difficult for the natural netball players. Half the fun in netball is being able to run and jump ( or is that just me?) .

There were some very red determined faces, quite a few constipated fast chicken walks, and much laughter.

On the day over £500 was raised, which is incredible in itself, but what's more amazing is the number keeps rising, I think it stands at £900+. I am blown away by people's generosity and kindness.

More awareness has to be raised of Ovarian cancer, the fifth most common cancer, and sadly nearly always detected late on, meaning the survival rate is low. Ovacome is only a small UK charity , but has been running the longest and is the only one that has an online chat forum. I have found this very useful in corresponding with like minded ladies in a similar condition to myself.

Then my sister had to leave for the airport.

That's the trouble when family/friends come....... They have to leave .....

I can't remember what happened Saturday afternoon,... Lots of visitors , cups of tea, sitting , trying to talk, coughing, lumping fat legs on and off the sofa ... All the usual Saturday afternoon entertainment.

My daughter and daughter in law especially have been wonderful . Massaging cream in my disgusting swollen , lymphy legs , making drinks , tidying up, nagging, shopping, etc none of which is in the job description, but done with real care and compassion.

This coupled with the huge spontaneous hugs I get from my boys is all sometimes too much, and tears flow.

Although Jack does think I'm faking it all and calls me sick note.

As for my poor long suffering husband, seriously where would I be without him? He is mostly annoyed and frustrated with me for generally not doing what I'm told, matched with trying to lift my spirits , make me laugh ( cough) and complying to my outrageous wishes, even against his better judgement .

Sunday morning I was keen to walk the girls, Jessie with her little stub tail bandaged up. I thought it would be nice to go through St Catherine's woods, it's downhill from our place.

We set off over the fields. Me with my large Michelin legs in a semi waddle. Steve turns to me says be careful as the ground is very uneven, as he turns back, I stick my left foot in a hole, lose my balance and as if in slow motion tumble forward in an ungainly face plant, narrowly missing the stinging nettles.

He picks me up, I take five minutes catching my breath, no breath to laugh, but the absurdity of the whole situation I find myself in makes me want to.

We carry on, and we have a lovely walk, ( pictures to follow ). Jess is happy, against vets advice we let her off the lead, we go into the woods , I think it's best she doesn't go in the stream . She goes in the stream. Sits down .

We blame each other, she gets up , shakes herself , a little flick of the stubby tail and the bandage pings off. Actually the wound is dry and clean and looks good.

Back home I take it easy, I've been told to rest, I'm very tired. Waking at 4:30am every day plus disturbed nights, I can't survive on such little sleep.

Settling down for a sleep upstairs , I heard a bang... A kind of car accident type 'bang'. A short time later I investigate , and sure enough a young girl driving along our lane had just clipped our wall,which had spun her car around and ended up facing across the road.

As it happens Steve was in the garden mowing the lawn, he went straight to her and as ther was smoke, ( airbag had gone off) checked she was ok ( fortunately bad bruising as it turned out ) and got her out. Dan called the emergency services . Bex did the reassurance and calming talk. Jack/ Tom and Steve helped the guys remove the vehicle after all the measurements etc had been taken.

The young lady has just dropped in a lovely thank you note, flowers and chocolates . She had bruised knees, collar bone and hip I think, but had been at work today, so luckily all ok.

I was really tired all day, so do very little in the afternoon, visitors.

Late afternoon I feel shivery , tell no one. We are off to my sister in laws for supper - it's Father's Day after all. Everyone is looking forward to it.

I manage a bit of supper , it's a struggle , talking, eating . I tell Bex, I think I have a temperature. Word gets about. We go home .

I do indeed have a temperature, 1,000g paracetamol.
Discussions , Spanish Inquisition , six people in my kitchen with very serious, concerned faces.

I needed a full body inspection to see if they could find the site of infection that would cause a temperature ... They duly lined up.....

Seen the Greatest Showman? If you haven't you won't know about the freak show, but I'm far more impressive than the bearded lady.

Told them to all bag their heads, I was watching Poldark first and then I might go into A And E.
Of course I was overruled. We called Oncology . We called the hospital ward. I packed my bag.

Straight into A and E, enormous hugs from two lovely paramedics GV and NF, who happened to be on duty, that cheered me up.

Joked with same doctor from last week that I had missed her, saw another doctor, booked in for a chest scan . Lots of blood taken, cannula fitted (!)

By 1:30am I was ensconced back on EAU , and a very tired husband was released to go home... Last seen wandering around the hospital trying to find an exit route .

This morning, two more sets of bloods taken from different veins.... I have been prescribed very strong antibiotics orally ( don't know why I had temperature / infection ). Not a lot they can do for the legs.... Light support.

Apparently the low albumin which causes the fluid in the legs , is a progression of the disease. Fab.

Allowed to leave hospital late morning.... Jack once again on hand, and then back home made me a very delicious poached egg on toast . #respect.

Chemo tomorrow ?????


Dan has just told me I remind him of someone.... Oh yes, he remembers now, Charlie and the chocolate factory ...... Violet Beauregarde? She ends up being blown up like an enormous blueberry and floats off up the tube.

"She is only able to waddle a little bit due to her enormous girth, and Wonka tells the Oompa Loompas to roll her to the juicing room to extract the blueberry juice immediately , implying that she will explode if nothing is done about the problem.

Sunday walk.

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