10 days post-radiotherapy 

Hello all! 

Can you believe it’s been 10 days since my last radiotherapy session! 

There are a few things to report

  • I don’t need to use my clutches at the moment (useless I’ll be walking a lot)
  • The skin around my hip seems to be fairing quite well
  • Internally though, I am currently taking antibiotics for a urine infection & it may have started up my IBS again (had a quite badly for a few years but it seemed to disappear after having children). This means I, now, have a lovely new batch of drugs to take alongside my usual ones. 

This is this morning’s drugs before breakfast 

This includes Letrozole, sertraline, Adcal D3 caplets, trimethoprim & buscopan. Hopefully, after a few weeks & plenty of rest, things should go back to normal.

Right, I’m off for my morning cuppa. Speak to all soon! ­čśä



Today was the day I thought wouldn’t have come until after Christmas. I was speechless when I heard the news of Lynda Bellingham’s passing. All I could think of was the fact that she wanted one last Christmas with her family. My thoughts then went on to how cancer is such a selfish illness. It doesn’t care about who you are, your age or even your last wishes.

And although I had the best news on Friday, I know that my time will come & I, myself, might not have fulfilled all of my dreams.

As I have been travelling a lot over the weekend, I have had plenty of chance to read Lynda Bellingham’s book. It is a brilliant read & I feel as though I can hear her reading it. However, throughout the book you read about the pain she suffers from even in the early days. It also shows you how she was a consummate professional, she never seemed to complain about it & just seemed to get on with it.

My thoughts are with her family & I hope they find comfort in the fact that she has brought comfort, joy & laughter to so many people.

I try my best to stay positive, however, it can be difficult at times. I am still recovering from the radiotherapy & I am having side effects from the tamoxifen. This in itself is exhausting, however I have not been well over the weekend & have been told I have tonsillitis. So I have more tablets to take however I am grateful for the fact that I can fight another day & all the medication I am taking is working.


Looking Good

Hi everyone

Can’t believe how long it has been since I last updated you all.

I’ve spent today at Hoar Cross Hall, attending a Look Good, Feel Better workshop. This was provided the a charity of the same name which aims to provide practicial and free services to women and teenagers who suffer from the visable side effects from cancer treatments. They do this with a 12 step programme which they go through with you in the workshop and you are given a bag with all the products in to use and take home (I’ll just add here that they are all full sized products not just testers).

About 13 of us came to the workshop, all at various stages of treatment, and it was lovely to meet some new people with whom you have a lot in common with. From what we were told, this was the first one in the area and I honestly hope there are a lot more in the future. We were all able to have a giggle and learn something new. It was lovely to be able to get a bit glammed up and be able to do it at home too. As an extra treat Hoar Cross Hall also allowed us to have lunch and use of the facilities at a reduced rate.

I took full advantage and enjoyed the pool and various aqua spa facilities. There are times when you feel really low and have no confidence in the way you look (especially after putting on weight and being ill). This day really helped me to feel better about myself and made me realise that I can still pamper myself, ok maybe not in the same way I use to but this has shown me a new way.

I must admit, although I have to go through so much rubbish with my cancer, I am enjoying the perks too.

So here’s to looking good and feeling better!

My goody bag

  My goody bag

12 Step programme

12 Step programme

Back to normal?

Well yesterday I was discharged from hospital, which I was very happy about. 

The ward I was on was great, well the room was. Being stuck in an isolation room means you only see your own room but you do get a nice en-suite and a specialised menu for chemo patients. 

So what have I got to show from my four days in hospital? An infinate number of puncture wounds from cannulas and blood tests, a ridiculously big bruise on my right arm and enough medication to start my own phamacy (it seems as though I can’t enter the hospital without a bag of drugs at the moment).

Once home, it was time for a catch up with my hubby and babies before bedtime. I spent the evening just enjoying being at home and having some company. 

This morning I woke up and was actually glad to have my babies jumping all over me (it’ll be completely different tomorrow morning). We all got up and went about the usual Thursday morning routine, Tom and I rushing around like headless chickens trying to get ready to leave at 8:10 while my babies dawdle around. Once I had dropped them off and nursery and Tom had left for work it was just me. I’d decided, after being cooped up for days in hospital that a trip to Hobbycraft for a little treat was in order. I enjoyed wandering round (only difficult bit is making sure I don’t spend too much) and picked up a couple of things. It was when I was leaving, after having a lovely conversation with the checkout girl about the dangers of Hobbycraft (arty people will know what I mean), that it struck me. What the hell has just happened?

Ok Thursday and Friday last week were pretty bad for side effects but I had a lovely day in Liverpool on Saturday and I felt perfectly fine. When I woke up on Sunday though I felt awful. I could barely keep my eyes open and I was unbelievably cold. The infection I had, had come from nowhere. It really made me realise had important it was for me to check my temperature and to be aware of neutropenic sepsis (decrease in white bloods cells which can cause serious infections). Within 24hrs of being in hospital I felt a lot better. Looking back in it, its hard to explain how it feels to all of a sudden be back to normal and left to just get on with everything as I was before. The best way I can explain it is, you know the saying 1 step forward, 2 steps back? Well, instead of 2 steps back, its more like 1 step forward, then you are snatched away, chewed up and spat back out somewhere completely different.

Think it’s going to take me a few days to settle back in, but I’ll get there eventually. Next week is always the best week out of the 3 weeks following chemo where I feel whole again and raring to go, all ready for chemo the following week. However the next one is the big one, the LAST one ­čÖé┬á