Each day I am feeling better

Each day I am feeling better

I REVEL in the knowledge that I won’t have to go back for more chemo treatments


Well, as per usual I have been wading my way through the aftermath of the last chemo treatment.
This consists of a white tongue that feels like you have been licking astroturf, an almost unquenchable thirst, achy muscles, a watery eye and a few numb toes and fingertips, and toenails that are threatening to come off!
The great thing is that each day I feel better and revel in the knowledge that I won’t have to go back for more chemo treatments.
It is a waiting game now.
I had yet another blood test to check my tumour markers and am awaiting the results of that.
I am also waiting for the hospital to call me in for my CAT scan and hope that the results will be ready in time for my next oncology appointment in May.
Also pending is the call up for my first radiotherapy treatment.
There isn’t much I can do apart from stay out of the sun and slather hugely expensive cream on the area to be treated.
Although I have to spend this summer in the shade I still intend to swim in the early evening so have been looking at mastectomy swimwear.
As some of you will know the bikinis and costumes are extremely expensive.
I decided to buy a normal swimming costume with a good amount of support and have a pocket inserted into it to accommodate my prosthesis.
The prosthesis is an aqua and lighter version of my daily one and worth the money because it will allow me freer and easier movement in the water.
As I write this, I can hear the sound of the goats and their bells as they descend down the hill and munch their way through practically anything in their path. I have to say I love it.
I live near the sea but have campo behind my house so have the best of both worlds. I particularly like the smell of all the herbs as their scent is stirred up by the goats as they trample around.
They do, however, erode a fair amount of countryside away but the campo wouldn’t be the same without them or the lofty cries of their master corralling them with great skill.
If all else fails he gets out his trusty sling and bounces a stone with inch-perfect precision in front of the straying beast and the goats are back in line instantly.
Tomorrow is a holiday so I shall see what I will do with the children.
It is also the funeral of their Grandpa in England, which they decided they preferred not to go to because they thought it would be too upsetting.
It is getting harder to corral my own little herd. I hope I don’t have to resort to goat-herding tactics!
They want to spend more time with their friends and we are in a period of adjustment which seems to have happened overnight and is a little difficult to control.
I now remember friends telling me to enjoy them while they are little; the challenges don’t go away, they just change.
How right they were!
“Deep breathers,” as my son used to say when he was little. Inhale I shall!
Tomorrow is another day.

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Andy Bolger
# Andy Bolger 2015-05-11 17:11
Thats it kid keep on truckin, just let yhe wheels go round and carry u along ok
Regards and best of health
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