Often that is the case. However, in this instance it’s more
that I have nothing much to report. The muscle spasms and pain are subsiding.
It’s not gone but it’s more general weakness in the limbs. I stood at the sink
for 10 minutes earlier but then had to sit down because my legs were too tired
to finish the washing up. That’s my excuse, anyway ...
It’s not as debilitating as the last three treatments though
and I have managed to see people this week. On Monday night I managed to drive
and had a hilarious dinner with some friends and yesterday Lorna came round to
see me.
I’ve known Lorna since about 1985 and bizarrely, despite
growing up in Staffordshire and over 10 years of us not being in touch, we now
live round the corner from each other in Ealing. Lorna’s had her own cancer
journey, having survived ovarian cancer (10 years all clear) and losing her Dad
a year after I lost mine. Her Mum has survived breast cancer too – twice!
In fact, it’s through our parents that we know each other. That
and the legendary Lichfield Youth Theatre; children of the local am-dram
fraternity thrust together to pen sketches, perform musicals and generally lark
about every Wednesday and Sunday at Lichfield Arts Centre. Golden halcyon days.
We’re hoping to recapture some of that youthful exuberance
this weekend. My sister is coming from Hereford and another of our number, the
infamous ‘Quinny’, will be travelling from south London, for a one-night-only Ealing performance. I’m really looking forward to seeing them.
Fortunately Mr P. is quite a formidable force in his own
right otherwise this could have been a daunting prospect for him. However, he
has already been thoroughly vetted and awarded ‘honorary LYT girl’
status. And that’s quite an achievement, let me tell you ...
