If I could have a pound for every time someone tells me to stay positive, I would be in Barbados right now. If of course, I could get my colostomy bag past customs and excise!
Never have I needed more reminding of this simple but true saying. And boy how you have risen to fill that gap people!
Hospital this morning as side effects getting worse (night sweats, achey bones and skin, tingling fingers, sickness and diarrhea and total wipeout exhaustion that doesnt let you sleep) to be told to lay of the chemo sweeties for a couple of days in the hope my body will adjust and be able to tolerate them better on re-entry. In the meantime rest and go to the mind gym to get the chemo depression under control!
Anyway, my friend Alison (she of the original blog idea) has decided I need to keep my focus and contacted Radio Cherwell to arrange a radio interview for 28th November as a precursor to the playing christmas songs dressed as a giraffe challenge in the Churchill Hospital. So no getting out of this one now!
Meanwhile, I am adjusting my expectations and learning to grab the half an hour in the day when I feel capable and hope that it encourages other half and hours to come and join it in due course. If anyone has any suggestions on how to train an errant mind, no reasonable offers refused!