Two weeks down three to go. I cannot believe how quickly the time flies, it’s not like I’m having fun. Well, that’s not entirely true because there has been no end of laughs thanks to all my chauffeurs. OMG, I have laughed. I think I might be giving the other patients in the waiting rooms the shits with the constant chuckling and stifled giggles emanating from the string of buddies that have kindly chauffeured so far.
Lucy and Sandy were on duty this week, with Lucy value adding by also being meals on wheels. She arrived with a twice cooked chicken soup made from an authentic Jewish mama recipe and as they say, was truly food for the soul. Thank you Loothey x
And Sandy? Well she left her bloke and two teenage boys in Melbourne to come and play ‘home help’ for three days giving my 81 yr old mother Jude, a much needed break. And boy did she help. She changed batons effortlessly with Jude and cooked, cleaned, chauffeured, stayed up late indulging M in the intense conversations he likes best and get this, she even spent a couple of hours formatting an annual report I’ve been working on!! Talk about our kind of home help! However apologies to anyone stuck behind us on the Lismore road. Poor Sand driving a manual car for the first time in decades on an unfamiliar road with me in the passenger seat constantly alerting her that she can up the speed from 75 to 100kms in this section. Oh and this section too, oh and mind the speed camera on the other side of clunes, it’s dynamite. I think we both heaved a sigh of relief when the idea came that she work on the annual report and let Vic be fill-in chauffeur.
Meantime the water torture has lessened, so much so I got a gold star from the radiation technicians on Wednesday. However it hasn’t been all plain sailing. With my new found collective tools for bowel relief, hydration, and low fibre diet, curtesy of gastro stop, electrolytes and white crap respectively, I was a tad over zealous. The white crap diet meant I could indulge in bread and cheese both of which have been off limits for a number of months and in the past have been constipators for this princess. So on top of the gastro stop I had a bit of a hard time – literally – on Thursday when my daily nuking was threatened by a full bowel that didn’t want to budge. Farrrk. More fucking management to consider. Fortunately (???) My squatter is quite low in the rectum so a full bowel thankfully didn’t cause any nuking issues. My bloated stomach on the other hand was struggling big time. It’s quite challenging to lie still for 10 mins on a hard mechanical bed with a ballooned, near-bursting bladder and a full bowel – I don’t recommend trying it at home.
Hopefully next week I will truly have everything down pat and have no need to post a thing. Except that I’ll be hitting the half way mark, woo hoo!