And my second date with the Chemo King.
The latter followed todays miraculous and refreshingly seamless nuking. Finally with a day and one week to go, I’m getting the hang of both bladder and bowel management, talk about remedial!
Good thing I managed to have ablutions under control cos you may recall my first date with King Chemo James Bull, was crap in my pants crappy. So it was rather imperative I kept my self tidy for the second date after all it’d be tad embarrassing to have ones chemo doc dump you mid treatment. The squatter would have a right old high five at that. And what about Neive, the fresh faced young medical student fulfilling her industry experience and watching on? That would have been fun for her and her professional learnings had I filled my knickers, let alone a tad embarrassing watching a 54 year old woman poohing her pants right there in front of us all. Not something one sees everyday…although it can be arranged!
And so it was definitely a gold star day. Thank you bowel for behaving yourself, thank you big time.
And bucket loads of thanks and love to Evie for coming to care for us and our garden. She worked like Trojan whipping the garden into long overdue shape. We miss you already xx