The reason for the posts slowing up is there’s not a lot to report except normality is slowly showing its face and I can not express how good that feels!!!
To have energy again is a gift greater than I ever imagined. I pinch myself daily to check its for real and each day I do a little something to test it out. Today I walked to the Suffolk shops for a coffee, yesterday I walked part of the lighthouse track that included some stairs that use to challenge me big time. Yes of course they challenged me but no where near as much as I expected. We did a shorter version of the same walk at the weekend and again I surprised myself and our Melb buddies who we were walking with. We walked as a group and I didn’t lag at all. Did I Sandrewbers??? Life is good, really good. Especially when said buddies fill your fridge with food and wine and cook sensational meals. Thank you Sandy and Andrew, you guys are brill.
And life is even better when you finally get to debrief with the person who headed up the squatter eviction squad. Yes we heard the results from his registrar, and yes we heard the results from the chemo oncologist and yes I had the results explained by my GP and yes, all were incredibly impressed with the results but it’s not till you get to catch up with the man himself… my school girl crush, surgeon Austin Curtin – I even love his name! And when he greets you with wide open arms and insists on a hug, what is a girl to do? He could not hide his delight as he went over the results and explained the ins and the outs of the op and what he found and stressed how lucky I am. He clasped his hands and said ‘well we could call it quits right here and now because everything was dead when we opened you up so we know the treatment worked in the targeted area but what we don’t know is how active the 0.4 mm problem child was prior to treatment. If it were me, I’d carry on with the mop up chemo because there’s no way of knowing how active that one microscopic cell was and chemo will deal with that. You’ve come this far let’s finish it off.’
So like putty in his hands, and as freaky as it is, I’m doing it. IV chemo. Fuck a duck. Is this really happening?
Hi ho hi ho it’s off to chemo tomorrow. Kicking, screaming and dummy spitting all the way!