In future I must remember to take some of my own advice
THE sunny weather and having my parents with me has been warming in all senses of the word. My sister left last week to fly back to Manila and her partner back to Singapore.
It was very sad to see them go, especially my sister with whom I am extremely close and love dearly. It is hard to express how proud I am of her and just what a strong person she is. Just as well my parents didn’t leave on the same day otherwise it would have been even tougher to say goodbye to everyone at the same time.
My parents and I enjoyed doing the simple things together, sharing meals, playing games with the children, supporting their grandson on the sidelines at football matches, chatting by the fire, watching Only Fools and Horses and British quizzes which they have been starved of because they live in Mexico.
Unfortunately all good things come to an end and their departure date drew nearer. The last night was spent together with my children and Jorge having a meal out and then suddenly it was time to pack up and go.
Jorge drove them to the airport and parked outside the door and was allowed to leave the car there for longer than normal because of his job. Rather good having a badge to flash from time to time!
We said our goodbyes and did well not to be overcome by emotion, although I have to admit to having a little cry later. It had been lovely to see them and it reminded me of my childhood. A cup of tea or a meal made by your parents is a thing to be treasured.
I shall miss having them here but I am glad they are back in Mexico in much warmer climes. My parents are both cancer survivors and have fought off practically everything, but they cannot abide the cold.
Thankfully the days were sunny but the nights were a little too cold for their liking in Spain. It’s understandable as Mexico enjoys a warm climate all year round.
After a quick pit stop to see Jorge’s mum I headed back to my house. The week was spent fairly quietly, resting, eating well and playing word games. My daughter in particular loves them. The Saturday football match was upon us again and I have to say that despite a sterling performance from my son, we were soundly beaten!
Never mind, nothing a cinema trip and popcorn wouldn’t sort out!
Next week would be my fourth treatment and I was really hoping that they would manage to get the line in first time. There was a trainee nurse the last few times I went for my chemo and whilst I appreciate she needs to practice, I would rather she didn’t do it on me!
As my veins aren’t the best I really need someone who knows what they are doing. Apart from that minor concern and a slight chesty cough, I was feeling on good form and looking forward to getting to the half way point of my chemo.
A little bit like an obstacle course, you have to jump through the hoops, under the cargo netting and over the wall and charge down the other side to the finish line. Once this next session was over I would be ‘over the wall’ so to speak, which I was greatly looking forward to. Whilst I am extremely patient there is nothing you can do to speed up the process.
Do the things you have less time to do when you are at full speed with a busy working life. Read a book, have a siesta and cook wholesome meals… I must remember to take some of my own advice!