Celebrations

No I’m not going to start chatting about a tub of chocolates, although I’d love to but that’s one thing I can’t eat as it tastes vile – some may say the worst side effect ever!

Friday was our 5th wedding anniversary. I woke up with a very round, bald head and looking like I had measles! My pillow that morning looked like the cat had slept on it. I did seem to lose a lot of hair during Thursday night. My face looked so angry. It hasn’t really bothered me losing my hair so much but for some reason it did Friday. I was really tearful, I just looked horrible. I rang my sister and sent her a photo of me looking like a spotty cone head. She replied ‘at least your eyebrows are in tact’. She is right, I’m lucky they still are, little bit thinner but still there. Think it’s because even though my hair was falling out, it was really patchy so you could still see the darkness but now it’s just skinny colour.

My dentist commented on my headscarf the other day. I had to wear it and it had to be plain as I had a busy top on and with my head being so patchy it would just look too much. Bit like wearing a patterned top and a different pattern on your trousers!

Whilst at the dentist I thought I’d better book the children in for their check up. She had a cancellation and we went back that afternoon. Two were good but one of them – goodness me, I’m expecting a call from Jeremy Kylie’s research team booking her in for when she’s 16! Thought she had a perfect set of teeth, which she does except there are two missing which have grown in the complexly wrong place! Trip to orthodontist is required. Think we will be going for a while. I felt awful not noticing but they are so high up in her gum, unless she’d shown me I wouldn’t have known.

Friday night I went out, out. Started layering up the foundation about lunch time to make sure I covered all the red patches and spots! I even wore my wig (for some of the night then I got too hot so it went in my bag). A trowelled on my makeup and actually left the house feeling good and looking like a ‘normal’ person.

Thats where it stopped, we have a few steps outside, I got to the bottom and stacked it! Had to put on a brace face as I had the little one with me. Turned up for the pre-lash with a sore shoulder and finger a muddy stain on my trousers and knee. Think I was lucky!

An evening with my crazy, beautiful work friends. I knew I had missed them but, I’ve got tears in my eyes just thinking about them. I’ve said it before, I do adore them. I left the evening just after 10, I did well.

Going to bed that night I asked Rob if he thinks we will make the next 5 years (we hardly disagree or argue, he is my friend, my rock, my everything. Of course we will). He replied ‘yes, unless you die on me!’

Hes not said anything like that before, I guess it shows that it’s in his mind too. I’ve been thinking a lot about statistics lately. Someone had mentioned it on a forum but, at the end of the day they are only statistics and we are all individuals. Until they break them down and tailor them to our uniqueness, I’m not going to pay much attention.

Today is Sunday which means only 5 more sleeps until my next chemo. The thought physically makes me feel sick. I just start feeling great then, bang, it’s here again like an unwelcome punch in the face! I’m having my PICC line out in Tuesday which should ease the anxiety when I get there Friday with finding a vein. I always knew it was on the 15th but thought that was Wednesday until Rob just pointed it out on the calendar. So that is a day earlier than I’d psyched myself for.

I apologise KFC this doesn’t make sense in places. I always write this on my phone, autocorrect usually has a field day but my eyes are struggling and quite blurry at the moment too. Really need to get them checked. Have a good week people xx