Yay! I’ve moved on from
my rollator to crutches, which is fantastic.
Being on crutches is a huge step forward and makes me feel less like a
pensioner and more like some young (ish) sports injury victim. They allow me to move around more freely
so I’m now going to be out and about more often. J I’m also back in the kitchen telling Kevin how to do various and sundry tasks, which he’s really enjoying. He’s
been excelling at all things domestic since the big C entered our world, the
most recent activity being flower arranging.
Yes, you read that right. Today,
he arrived back from shopping with not one, not two, but three bunches of
flowers all of which are now artfully arranged around the house. Feel free to pop over, say hello and check
them out...
The flowers do look beautiful and cheer me up no end. I’ve needed cheering up recently as I’ve had
major steroid comedowns and sulks going on.
The main reason being that for years, I’ve manfully attended Henley regatta
and festival in all sorts of dull, grey, cloudy and sometimes downright
torrential conditions. The one year I’m
out of action it’s bloody glorious for both of them. Typical.
This wasn’t helped by facebook.
Virtually everyone I know felt the unresistable urge to share the
wonderful time they were having with the world.
Yes, yes, I know, stop whinging Aideen, you didn’t have to read it! Although I was obviously
thrilled for you all, I can’t say I’m sorry the Henley summer madness is over
for the moment. I can get on with
recovering without feeling I’m missing out on the best regatta and festival
ever. Aaaaghhh……
Finally, I’m off for what should be my last chemo session
next week. I’m hoping that this time
will be as amusing as the last when the most amazing elderly man was having a
treatment the same day. He was an awfully
posh chap by the name of William, “but you my dahling may call me Bill”. He was also blind. He kept us all amused for the duration of the
crappy chemo session by flirting outrageously with the nurses and regaling us
with Tam o’ Shanter by the inimitable
Robbie Burns which he was reading using Braille. His friend was with him and when asked a
question by one of the nurses, actually used the phrase ‘what, what, what?’ in a
genuine, not taking the piss way. Brilliant. I was in hysterics at and with the
two of them for hours. Bill was a
shining example of someone who refuses point blank to let lifes challenges
get him down. An inspirational man.
found them to be much fun, with various attempts at
swinging, jumping and general silliness happening regularly. It’s bound to end in tears – I can just see
me being the one to dial 999 for someone lying prone on the dining room floor –
oh, the irony…. 
