I don’t think I could have got through it all without humour. I used the cold cap for the chemo but on round 1 it sort of rode up and didn’t cool the crown of my head. We decided I would look like Friar Tuck, so I just abandoned it for the rest of the sessions. And then there was my “chemo head” muddling up the sachets for constipation with the electrolyte solutions to take after diarrhoea. My husband finally twigged after my seventh trip to the loo!! OMG we laughed at that one.
My friend in NZ, who was so ill, has recovered thank God. She just booked a trip to the UK in August so I’m looking forward to seeing her. Off for a run now in the hope we can do that park run together. She can only stagger around the block so far, but she does have 200+ park runs to her credit. Btw exercise seems to be the most powerful way to stave off cancer recurrence. Yup, life is never quite the same ‘afterwards’, but good nonetheless.
Don’t know if you’re anywhere near Sheffield but there is a nice flat one at Millhouses park over there. I intend doing it some time as our daughter and grandchildren are there so we visit fairly often. Xxx
Mine is Rita , named after the cocktail Rita Hayworth and a Margarita. My existing boob is an Old Fashioned.
Everyone talks about Rita like she’s a real person
That was a beautiful poem and you made me laugh and sympathise with you as I am at the same place with you … don’t have my reconstruction yet but I feel you