Day 4 after diagnosis, not the best day in the world. Right now, sitting here typing though, the day got a whole lot better and it has just been capped off by a beautiful rainbow!
Yesterday was not too good either, decided I definitely never wanted to be in the new club I have joined.Nevertheless, having had my myriad of questions that I fired at my cancer nurse answered so efficiently and helpfully, she pointed out that by the time I need holiday insurance for my skiing trip next year I will have had the all clear and be able to get holiday insurance like a normal fully functioning human being - good, I look forward to that.
I have had another health irritation for some time too, a pain in the region of my appendix. This particular malaise was investigated by the application of a good prod by yet another consultant at the RBH on Monday (day before diagnosis of cancer day) until I went "ow, yes that's where it hurts! Yes and it still hurts because you are still pressing it, that's enough now". Well no definite conclusion, just sent off for an ultrasound scan which will happen in about 4 weeks. How this is all going to fit in with every other appointment goodness knows but I am certainly becoming very familiar with lots of the hospital. Anyway, the reason for mentioning this particular pain is that it often wakes me in the night, which of course is not good for sleep but generally by morning it has settled again and I have had pain free days. But now, it seems to be dragging on into the day more. So yesterday morning I had to force myself to eat breakfast which I managed slowly and gradually the pain went away.
Unfortunately my bright eyed and bushy tail approach to the cancer also waned somewhat and I didn't even get dressed until I had to leave to have lunch with my sister. It was great to see her, lunch very tasty and she treated me to my favourite pasta dish that she makes. We then had a lot of fun erecting her new tent in the garden. Instructions said 20 mintues, so of course we had to time ourselves and we made it in 16 - ha, we're good! (well none of the guy ropes had been done but it stood up perfectly).
Ever since Thursday when I was given the plan of action for surgery, treatment etc. I have been rescheduling life. So many phone calls, all three of my walk about phones died at some point during the day. I have now sorted out a 5 week extension for my essay with a capped mark of 50% which is a pass and absolutely fine by me. Must just remember to do it, otherwise I fail... Told work the news and said I wouldn't see them for a while yet - that felt good, one less stress.
So today Saturday, here we are again. Awoke with the tummy pain and felt positively ill for most of the day. Had to force down breakfast and lunch but somewhere in the later afternoon, the pain lifted and I felt like a new person. Pasta and sauce went down with great glee this evening and now I have a new spring in my step.
Despite feeling rough, my beauty and I have had a lovely day. Started with Horrid Henry movie in the kids am cheap viewing, then en route home, detoured along the canal towpath on our bikes to the nearest pub, where we had lunch (even though it was a struggle), then tried a new route home on which my beauty??? got very flakey and cross with me. Not exactly sure what I had done, but there we go, kids eh?! Both decided to try a nap in the living room on our return and I was doing very well dozing but she had other ideas. Voice from afar "can I do my nails Mum?" Sleepy reply, "yes, in the kitchen though". Then what seemed like moments later, "Mum, can I have some ice cream - yes, Mum, can you open the freezer door?" Oh why do I have to get up, I was sleeping. Never mind, I did still manage to doze some more, until she then said "I'm ready to go out now, come on" With that the phone rang and thankfully that helped me wake up. So off to Halfords to try out new bikes. On our trip it became apparent that her current bike has been adjusted beyond it's safe limits already for her height so we were taking a look at possible next options. She tried lots and ended up on an adult one with a small frame. By Christmas it looks like that will be the one for her - my little beauty growing up so fast.
On the way home we then popped into one of her friend's to invite her for a very last minute sleep over and that's what's on now. Two bathed beauties, to my knowledge watching Dr Who and then, in my humble opinion, off to bed! Hmmmm, wonder when it will finally be quiet?
Now the best part of the last two days was the finally successful revealing of the truth to my beauty. On our walk home yesterday evening from a party she had been at, the conversation got round to when she may see her Dad again. This seemed to be an ideal chance to tell her about the next surgery - oh how wrong I was. Tears ensued but thankfully she was distracted by some other people we bumped into. Today, however, was much better. On our bike ride again the conversation opened up as to why I was having the rest of my thyroid removed. So I thought, hang it all, she is not daft, I will tell her the lot. And so I did, and she was absolutely fine about it all! Now no more secrecy and it feels so much better. Open communication is the way forward.
Isn't it strange how once a niggly pain has gone, one feels a million times better - thank you God. Now, where are those girls....
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