After the surprises of last week, it’s been nice to have a few days just to relax and take stock.
The impact of not having surgery, and still not having a
firm treatment start date, has been unsettling.
Certainly, I spent most of Friday feeling very deflated.
Fortunately, it was also the date of our annual visit to the
black-tie ‘S.O.S. Ball’ where thirteen of us gathered to quaff champers, eat food
aplenty and make a right show of ourselves on the dance floor.
It was also a chance to catch up with people that I hadn’t
seen for a while and who have successfully been through a similar experience.
Tips on wigs, cold caps, and handling the effects of chemo were all
forthcoming with humour and frankness. It was a really great night.
Saturday though, was a wash-out! It was a (very) late one on Friday but even, that
aside, I have really started to notice how tired I constantly seem to be. The lack of routine and structure is a major
factor, I know, as is the stress and mental fatigue. But fortunately, yet again, brilliant friends
were on hand to feed us our dinner so neither Mr P. or I went hungry. (We are particularly blessed to know so many great cooks!)
So today, I’m feeling spry. Up with the larks and down
to the gym to re-fuel those energy levels. And this afternoon we’re off to Berkshire to
see members of our respective families. It will be great to see everyone and, I’m
sure, set me up for a positive week.
Bring it on!