Mothering Sunday was all about that; about me mothering my kids and everyone mothering me. An early call from Sazzie started the day and JP bought me the card and pressies she had left with him. Bathed and dressed I started to prep. the food for lunch...topside of beef, crispy tatties, Yorkshire pudding and Cauliflower cheese. I was feeling quite good...took it slowly and JP was my sous chef.
Lita Mona and her Mart were first to arrive and as the meal was set for one o/clock we started without NOAOS who texted he would be late. He arrived as we were finishing but he still enjoyed it...it was all pretty good if I do say so myself.
The rest of the afternoon was spent following the sun, plenty of chat and laughs and I even got pushed to the end of the road and round the block with Milou trying to out run me.
They all insist that my hair is growing again though it remains a millimetre of fuzz to me.
Back for Chemo on Friday...just when I'm starting to feel human again.
Today it is sunny again and it is no chore to sit in the garden and watch the birds. I must not, ever, complain that it is too hot; having moaned constantly that I am 'cold to my bones'.
Almost six months now since this all kicked off...I'm wondering how many of those months are 'extras' I might not have had, had I not gone to see my Dr. for a beastly cough.
Think the pills are kicking in...I don't feel quite as depressed, or maybe it is just seeing the sun.
Not the best post ever, but it is all getting rather samey and there is only so much doom and gloom anyone can stand.
Adios mi amigos