Wish I hadn't typed LOL at the beginning of this thread - I felt revolted by that latest headline in the paper stating that it had been used in a text (gloating about the recent atrocities) - don't want to be associated with that sort of thing in any way, shape or form and would hate to offend anyone. Think I will re-start the thread under another heading if that is ok, so here goes ....
My OH continually complained about my non-ability to wash up effectively unware that it was an intentional ploy to get him to purchase a dishwasher.....the week I had surgery he purchased - yes you guessed - a dishwasher.....every cloud has a silver lining x
It is all getting a bit too 'heavy' on here methinks and this thread was supposed to lift our spirits! Today I decided to buy a book entitled 'Little Gems' by Gervase Phinn just to cheer me up and one the anecdotes in his book (don't want to be accused of plagiarism here ) went as follows: 'Grannie' said Bethany, aged five, 'I know the "F" word.' 'Oh dear! I said in mock horror, 'you must never say it.' 'I don't, Grannie, she replied. 'I say trump' Well it made me laugh. By the way Gervase, if you are reading this your books are fab but I thought your DVD was a bit crap! Tee-hee
I went for an outing today, feeling quite fussy with the way my hair has grown back over the past few months. A lady who knew I had been having treatment for cancer said "how are you feeling?" "Great" I said (and felt it too) until she asked me "is that a wig you've got on?" Aaaaaargh!!! & I obviously need to apply some industrial strength Frizz-Ease to my 'barnet'!
Thanks for posting this - I have placed an order. I have lost weight since getting my fake boob and was pondering having to buy another at £140 or so xx
I have a bee in my bonnet about the word 'offend' because I always argue that it isn't a verb - someone has to think about what has been said and then they choose whether they feel offended or not (and I'm not, not a bit) so it is actually that person's subjective opinion - "sticks and stones and all that" - too many people too easily offended nowadays . No I'm not one of the idle rich (unfortunately) - as the song goes "I'm just an old-fashioned girl with an old-fashioned mind, not sophisticated, just the plain and simple kind!!!! I will admit though that since all the 'C' stuff I've been feeling ever so restless so I've made numerous changes to my clothes, hair etcetera. Yesterday I put on some mascara (something I rarely used before) but unfortunately it ran - when I looked in the mirror later I looked a dead ringer for that chap in The Progidy who sang "I'm A Fire Starter" (but minus the landing strip on the top of his head) - not quite the look I was aiming for!
Can I join the vest club?
I'm 6 weeks post mastectomy and still find wearing a bra uncomfortable. But I'm an F cup so it's just a bit noticeable if I don't wear my falsie.
So now I've got my permanent prosthesis, I've tacked my temporary softie onto the outside of an old vest and wear it under a baggy top when I'm at home. Not perfect, but good enough if someone comes to the door.
Now theres a thought...The Vest Club.....I love going without in fact as long as I am wearing patterned or a dark top I always do, I just need to be a bit discreet when wearng anything diaphanous as it feels unfair to my customers!
I am now laughing out loud because when I search for myself I can only locate Dogging and apparently I am MrsDogging.....
Haha to FeistyFlora.....
I just had a funny moment today when I realised I had put my vest on back to front....now in the 'old days' my mother would have told me not to change it whatever the circumstances as it would be unlucky...however, today I laughed at the irony of being a 50 something woman who until very recently had breasts that benefitted from the wonders of modern undergarment engineering to keep them off the floor to someone who only wears a vest.........and I might add I wear it very proudly and on days when I feel very brave nothing at all under my tops.....
I definitely agree that you have to maintain a sense of humour.
There have been times, particularly during hospital visits, when I think that I have been dropped into a Monty Python sketch. x
No, it wasn't but it sounded a lot of fun so I tried to locate it by typing "MrsGoggins" in the search box - damn computers - you know how they like to offer you 'alternatives' - it took me straight to a long gone January post from a poor lady finding life a bit 'wuff' and feeling distraught because her husband had been looking at 'dogging' sites on the internet! You couldn't make it up could you? He was obviously in danger of having his tail docked!
When I go out for the day I take everything but the kitchen sink with me, including spare pants because I always think a catastrope might happen and I need to be prepared. At the hospital I had a lumpectomy and was offered reconstruction but declined so obviously I have a bit missing now from one boob. I wasn't offered a prosthesis (not sure why) so I've been trying various things in my bra (like man size hankies) to even things up because my tops and dresses keep veering over to the 'good' side. Well I got to thinking about this and I suddely realised that because the 'dip' in my boob leaves a space in my bra it is the perfect place to stash my spare knickers!!! This got me wondering just what else I might be able to secrete' down there and I let my imagination run wild. Could I make a little purse out of some material like wincyette and keep £20 notes in my boob pocket? It would be a brave pickpocket who tried to put his hand in there! Spare panty-pads? One of those fleecy face masks that are so essential when you have 'chemo nose' and the smell of perfume makes you feel sick ? Maybe a harmonica (in a soft case obviously) in case I get bored? Perhaps a spare banana or a nice soft piece of swiss roll wrapped in a napkin just in case I get peckish? Any other ideas gratefully appreciated.
Brilliant idea!!!!!! Keep them coming. I have secondary BC but fortunately it has not taken away my sense of humour, for which I am very grateful. Keep smling all you lovely ladies
I'll tell you story that happened to me a few weeks ago. To set the scene: I have breast cancer and the plan was to have chemo first and then surgery followed by radiotherapy. I had told family, friends and work colleagues, anyone else was on a need to know basis! Anyway, at the point at which this story happened, I'd had 2 chemos and had lost my hair, so was either wearing a scarf or my wig. On the day in question, I was wearing a scarf, or it probably wouldn't have happened, as my wig is rather good. Anyway.........
I was at the school standing in the playground talking to another mum, waiting for the bell to go, when a woman I know (to say hello to, not much more!) passed by and nodded over. She went passed, and then turned around and came back and said in the loudest voice (and very slang scottish accent), pointing to my scarf, "Whit happened to you?" I replied "I've got cancer!" Her face dropped and she said, "Och, I didnae know!" (why would she? - need to know basis ;)) and then she asked "Whit kind?" to which I replied, "Breast cancer." The conversation went on (well I say conversation - it was more her prattling on and digging a bigger hole for herself, while my friend was cringeing with every word!).
Her: "Aw hen, huv ye to get the breast aff?"
Me: "Yes, I'll get a mastectomy"
Her: "Aw well, when you get older, these things don't matter!" (BTW, I'm 43 and yes they do!!!!!!)
Me: "I'll get a reconstruction at the same time"
Her: "You just don't know the minute!"
Me: "No you don't"
She then reverted to prattling on about mundane things in her own life, and meanwhile, me and my friend were finding it very hard to keep straight faces. Thankfully that day my head was in a good place or there may have been a murder, or at the very least a lot of snot and tears from me!
It still makes me laugh, and for the record, she has not spoken to me since 🙂
Great idea, as I do worry about making light of peoples comments but sometimes this blooming thing is so ridiculous that all you can do is laugh about what happens to us. I hope it wasnt my post about swimming that caused such mirth.....I did try to temper it!
C is such a serious business and believe me I've done my share of crying but you would go mad if you didn't develop a sense of humour as a crutch to help you through all this. Someone on here has just made me chuckle with her latest post. How about a LOL thread where we can perhaps cheer each other up a bit by sharing any humorous things that have happened to us lately?