Sayonara NaBloPoMo

So, this is the last post of NaBloPoMo - I ought to make it worthwhile really but I'm a bit too busy here waiting for the phone to ring. Long story, never mind.

What have I learned from NaBloPoMo - there's a lot to say even when you don't think there is. I didn't get as much posted as I wanted to however - I'd really hoped to finish a bit more of my whole story of last year but it takes so long to write those posts and I have so many other things going on at the moment that I still didn't manage it. I will, slowly, obviously. I don't think I'm going to Holidailies - a brief respite is needed I think. Plus I really need to do things like write Christmas cards and the like.
I also haven't read as much or commented as much as I wanted to - I'm so bad. Bum.
All in all, an interesting experience and good for the discipline I think. It's been good for me to post every day I think and I shall try to make sure I post a little more regularly than I had been doing. So I guess all there is to say is that no kittens died because of me and

Watch this space.....

Sailing, sailing....

I'm watching me some Coast -I do love this programme - it's so fascinating. All about the coast, it's formation, it's wildlife, the people who live around the coast of the UK.

I do love the sea - the sea, not the ocean. The ocean made me very sick when we sailed across the Atlantic in December when I was about 11. On the Queen Elizabeth II, no less.
It was very luxurious but that's kind of beside the point when you can't leave your cabin because you keep vomiting. My brother spectacularly threw up in a potted plant as well as over the side. I just threw up in the cabin - I was obviously practising for chemotherapy.... Wow. That is so odd - to think of myself as that child and to know think that that child was going to get cancer. My dad didn't feel so hot either. On the other hand, my mother, who loathes flying, was perfectly fine and enjoying herself. She was known to come back into the cabin saying things like 'the waves are coming up to the top deck!' - really? Well, that's exactly what it feels like - funny that!
It was so rough that the first night out of Southampton they had to empty the water out of the indoor swimming pool because there were waves *inside* the ship.....
Ick.
The dreadful thing was the fact that you couldn't escape it. It's the same with all nausea, I know - but it's so hideous.

Enough

What to say today, what to say.....
I had some very sweet comments, which I wasn't fishing for, and I certainly wasn't criticising the few of you who do stop by and comment. But there are a lot of *other* people who, I can see from my stats, don't stop and don't comment.
But anyway, enough of that....

In fact, I have nothing to say today - I am too sad to hear about Laurie and the whole issue with my guides has blown up again...

Plus, it's my 3 monthly consultant check-up next week and I'm anxious. The phantom discomfort in my right leg is preying on my mind.

Enough. Enough. Enough.

The big 100

Hey, yesterday was my 100th post!
I didn't even notice!
Howzat?!I didn't even know until now that there was a "Colossal Meal Replacement Bar" called the Big100 - but now I do! And so do you!

Actually, I didn't even know there was such a thing as a "Colossal Meal Replacement Bar" - and I'm really impressed that it's colossal.....I'd hate it to be all minuscule! ;) It's too bad I shall never be a muscle-bound babe now - no weight-lifting for me - all that lymphoedema fear and caution, you know.... So, I'll never have occasion to eat a Big100 - shame, they come in tempting flavours too: Apple pie, cookie dough, graham cracker - don't you just want to be a weight-lifter type person now?

Actually, to digress, that's one of the things you can't get in this country: Graham crackers (or plain Cheerios, or Annie's Mac 'n' Cheese - or Bernie Bunny as we refer to it in our household) Seems so silly, doesn't it? I also miss serious ice cream flavours - black raspberry, maple walnut, peppermint stick....mmmmm - yum. Also, no one here knows what jimmies are. And you can't get a raspberry-lime rickey. I must stop now - I'm getting a sugar high without having even eaten these things......

mmmmm - ice cream - what's your favourite flavour?

Love 'n' stuff

Well, well, well, (the three holes in the ground...) 5 days left to the end of NaBloPoMo. I think I'm going to make it - they definitely haven't all been terribly scintilating posts; but I have got into a bit of a habit and I think that's a good thing: even if I'm talking to just about no-one.
People whizz by but don't stop - I'm not surprised; it's not a thrilling blog full of my exploits; it's not a 'baby blog' full of fuzzy photos and it does include the word 'cancer' fairly prominently on the first page which does tend to scare people away.
I don't blame people who run away from things cancer-related. Cancer *is* scary - we're all afraid of it really, I think. It's something living in us; threatening our very being and we aren't even aware that it's there for a while. If that isn't scary then I don't know what is. But we exist - people with cancer, people who've had cancer - we exist; and that cancer is part of who we've become and it's hard to ignore or pretend that it isn't. So. I'm not hiding it. So. Think a moment before you run away.

In nicer news - I got to do mass baby-cuddling yesterday - bliss. And I got to feed her. She's very bonny and so talkative! All these funny noises; grunts and things - sweet! I hadn't really noticed that in previous baby-experiences. Ooh, she's a clingy little thing too. She won't sleep unless she's held and ends up sleeping on her mum most of the night. I'm so excited to think that I get to see her grow up.
::blissed out::

Buy Nothing!

Ooh - today's post early!! Don't get discombobulated! Since I head off back to the land of DIAL-UP again shortly I thought I'd post now - much more civilised.
Today holds a trip to that bastion of Swedish design - yes, IKEA.....
We need to order more kitchen parts since they've skimped on the number of cabinets and the like in the kitchen - V. POOR!
We also need to head to John Lewis for a new TV - the old one has finally kicked the bucket. Or, rather, is driving us mad with its turning itself off repeatedly and having a picture that resembles a striped deckchair. Bye bye TV! Do TV's have a happy hunting ground??
Oh, and I do yearn for a new, fantastic, enormous bed....ahh, space while I sleep - bliss....
All of this on 'Buy Nothing Day' Whoops. Perhaps we'll just look.

Oh - and it's a playing with babies day - yay! I get to meet my best friend's daughter for the first time this afternoon - she's 3 weeks old....more bliss.

Have a happy (non-shopping) day, y'all

My grammy

This is a belated 'Happy Turkey-Day' to all out there who celebrate. I haven't really this year, what with the moving and all that....

It's also a year since my grammy died - on Thanksgiving Day last year.

She was a fantastic woman who I had great respect for; she had a real sense of adventure - she had a boyfriend who let her fly his small plane; she travelled in England and Scotland on her own a great deal and made friends as she went. In photos of her when she was young she was really beautiful. She wasn't scared to try stuff out - she worked in a hairdressers at one point and she was an operating room aide at another point. She loved little kids and whereever she went and saw kids she could attract them - the babies would smile and stare at her, mesmerised. She was a fantastic grammy - she loved my brother and I very dearly and would always bring us Cheerios when she came to England (you can't get the plain kind in the UK even now!!) and she'd send fantastic Christmas parcels with books and toys. But she would do fun stuff with us too - we always used to go and feed the ducks down at Winchester Centre and she'd take us to the library and to the Science Museum or the Chrildren's Museum in Boston. And when she came to the UK she loved to visit York - especially in the Spring time when all the daffofils were covering the banks. It was so sad when the Alzheimers took her over and changed her - she kind of slipped away and it was easy to forget that she was the fantastic person that she was. I miss the woman who always introduced us by saying 'The British are here!' and showed us off to all her friends.
Grammy, I miss you.

SLOW!!!

Argh!
Dial up! It is slow! I am going insane! It takes minutes to load webpages! Broadband and wireless - I miss you so......
The moving, it did go fairly smoothly....we are in - there are boxes - there is not enough space for all my cooking things in the kitchen. I already miss the kitchen that I designed myself. We can't figure out the timer on the boiler - strange. And the shower is even stranger with one tap working both the shower and the bath depending on which way turn it - bizarre, no?
We went to the pub for dinner and I cried - isn't that interesting? Me, crying? My word - because that never happens....
Pah.
Must toodle now or the dial up will turn me crazy (er)

Crap post

Argh! I left home early to come to David's thinking I'd use his computer to post and publish the last Elib question but it doesn't work from his Mac - at least, I think that's the problem. I am so bolixed!
Damn and blast!
Plus I've just spent flippin' ages working on the flippin' question!
::sulking::

The great move has begun and most of downstairs has been moved to the new house already. It's looks much bigger with no furniture and books in it! Perhaps that should have been the solution - no belongings!!

This is short and sweet because it's late - it'll probably be short and sweet tomorrow too because it's back to dial-up (OMG! Dark-ages! Broadband, we love you! And wireless! Don't forsake us - please get connected quickly!)

Llama stamp

Here is a Llama for your delectation. Can you tell I have Peru on my mind?
Amongst other things of course - like moving on Thursday. I'm excited, my poor other half is now exceedingly anxious....

District nurses

After my little run-in with febrile neutropaenic sepsis I had to delay my next chemo treatment by a week, to give my body a chance to get my white blood cell count up to a safe level.
At my next clinic appointment my consultant decided that after the rest of my chemo treatments I would have G-CSF injections - they are a growth factor that stimulates the bone marrow to make more white blood cells; which, of course, are one of the things that the chemo kills off, leaving you with little protection from infection. So, for five days on the week after my chemo treatment a district nurse would come to my house and give me a Neupogen/filgrastim injection. The district nursing system is a fantastic thing. I paid nothing for this; I would just telephone the DN office or the nurses from the chemosuite would send them a fax with the dates I needed the injections. I would be given the prefilled syringes to take home with me after chemo along with my pile-o-drugs - also all for free. And they would live in my fridge - they had to be kept cool for the week and I had my own sharps box for the syringes which lived under the sofa (of course!)

So, the first Monday morning after my second round of chemo, Mark turned up. Mark was a very sweet, Scottish (I'm a sucker for a Scottish accent), male (in case you hadn't noticed) district nurse. And he was a sweetie, made me feel much better. Asked about how I was feeling and did the injection for me. I point-blank refused to do them myself. Various people kept telling me I could do them myself. My reply was that if I wanted to stick needles in people I would have gone into the medical profession and that there was a reason I went into libraries. I didn't see why I should do them when there were all these people who had been trained to do it!

So I had a lovely mix of nurses over my six months - a couple of great New Zealanders; Ema who just made me feel so much better on one of the days after Taxotere when I felt like I'd been beaten black and blue with a baseball bat and was practically in tears with the pain in my back and numerous others.

I resolutely never looked when they did the injections - which went into my abdomen. They were always quite uncomfortable because they would sting as the liquid went in - the needle prick didn't bother me so much as that stinging did. It was always interesting to see who was the best at giving those injections - I definitely used to be pleased when one particular nurse turned up because she was brilliant - I don't really know what she did differently but I would barely feel a thing when it was her. I liked having the district nurses come because it made me feel a bit safer - that there were people who knew what was what seeing me at the time when I was most at risk of the neutropaenia coming back and I suppose I felt that if there was any problem then they would recognise it and send me off to the hospital.

The other outsome of the neutropaenia was the strict instructions to use Corsodyl mouthwash several times daily to prevent ulcers or cankers or other sores in my mouth. This stuff is weird, I was given the mint flavoured variety and after the first taste I just thought, mint. After I spat it out I thought, ooh, zingy and then I thought 'yuck' - It seemed to mix strangely with the vile taste I already had in my mouth and made everything taste even more peculiar - including water. So, I was really unwilling to use it: but I did. And the only time I got a mouth ulcer was when I didn't use it for a few days because I had run out. I started using it pretty sharpish after that and was very grateful not to have anything worse go on with my mouth. To be honest, the bad taste was so horrible I was glad not to have any further complications. I just felt like I was in a permanent state of feeling like I hadn't brushed my teeth for months, even if I'd just cleaned them; and nothing tasted right. Everything just tasted strange; I stopped drinking tea and coffee: I just didn't fancy them - they didn't taste good enough any more. Chocolate and sweets went - sugar seemed to leave a really horrid aftertaste in my mouth - probably why I lost weight throughout my chemo treatments. If only I hadn't put it back on again. And I stopped eating cheese because someone told me I shouldn't eat things I really liked while I was having chemo because it would put me off them. Funnily enough, I don't really eat cheese at all now and I used to eat it by the bucket-load.....well, quite often. And no, I haven't given it up because of the whole 'don't eat dairy, it gives you mucus and cancer' thing. I just got out of the habit.

Anyway, so that is the story of my lovely district nursing team - thank you, y'all!

We have them!

Tis done. We've selected and met and told our girls - you could probably hear the shrieks of joy from them whereever you are!
I am exhausted, they are exhausted - they were up until gone 11 last night doing activities and then they were hauled up again at 6am this morning. We were running activities until 11 last night, then we had to de-brief those sessions and touch base on today's activities so it was 12 by the time we were done, 1am by the time we got to bed and I dread to think what time it was by the time Sarah stopped talking..... Bless her, I love her dearly but she is a real night owl and I am easily led astray except I haven't got the sticking power or the stamina to cope the next day. So I am ready for my bed.....
They're a nice group - when I saw the list I was happy straight off with who we had on our trip. They'll all be at least 15 by the time we go and they've nearly all had some international experience before. So, that's reassuring for us - I swear, some of them have more experience than me!
I think they'll gel together as a group fantastically by the time we go and they'll be in floods at parting when we get back. It was so interesting to meet the international groups from this years trips on Saturday - they were so much more confident and grown up. You could just see the differences. Our girls will learn so much from it - I wish I wasn't so scared about it all.
Must sleep - have to work tomorrow!

Peru selection

Today, today, today....
Today is the day I meet the girls we're taking to Peru next summer.
I am running late, so if I'm not careful I'll miss the bus and then miss the train and then miss the start of the GAINING training.
So, t'ra - cross your fingers for a group of nice girls for me!!

Down we go again...

I skived off work today. I was tired and sad and I finally gave in and didn't make myself go to work. I don't think Elaine will approve. But I thought - I'm tired and I have an involved and busy weekend ahead - I'm not going to be fit for anything if I start tired. So I justified it to myself and stayed home. In the afternoon I went back to bed and had a nap. It was odd - I haven't been in bed like that since chemo-days. I have to say, I have a funny relationship with bed now - I do remember and associate it a bit too much with feeling sick, with being sick, with being in pain,... with having cancer.

And at the moment I am feeling even more consumed by the past. It is a about 2 weeks short of a year since I finished my treatment for cancer and I am acting like it was yesterday. I feel ashamed that I am not 'better' - not a better person for not being able to put this down and get on with life. Like a part of me is hanging on to this. But I do feel so sad - you know, that stomach-aching sad; that bottomless pit sad; that weighed-down sad.
And I have to get up at the crack of dawn tomorrow to get to this selection weekend and I haven't finished packing - I have done some, which is good, but not all.
I don't think I'm ever going to feel better.

Stayin' alive!

Apparently, 'if I knew who walked beside me, fear would be impossible' - sadly this just sounds vaguely threatening to me - as if I were being stalked....
But I would debate this - I think fear is one of *the* most human traits. It's part of our animal nature and I don't think it really disappears because we have a belief in a god or other spiritual being. It's an instinct - and I don't think they can be governed by the logical mind.
Am I frightened? Yes, of course I am - but what does that mean? Well, what am I frightened of? The cancer coming back; dying; not getting to do all things I still want to do; my family and friends being sad; pain; having to go through all that treatment again. Why is all this frightening? Well, it seems to me that it is proving just how strong my instinct to stay alive is. But it is instinct - not logic.
I spent far too long today grokking out on Laurie's blog. I just got sucked on in there and was reminded so many times of what I experienced. It's very bad - I shouldn't do it because it confuses me. I get muddled about where I end and where other people's stories begin. A very strange trait I feel.

This is all very dull - I feel it may be time to stop the waffle.
I'd like to say it'll get more interesting over the weekend but I fear it won't (Well, it will for me because I'm going to meet my Peru team but it will mean short and sweet posts late on Friday, early am on Sat and curled up in a comatose heap late on Sunday - never fear! I'm not letting NaBloPoMo get the better of me!!!)

Air and share

I read M. Kennedy's 'Pep Talk' earlier today and blithely thought 'I'm not having trouble thinking of things to write' - but now I've sat down to it; actually, I'm not full of ideas.

I've been looking at my stats recently and I am saddened by the number of people who come to my site by searching for information about portacaths. So many of them stop by and read a few pages and then disappear without commenting. And to each one of them I want to be able to say 'I'm so sorry' that you're in a situation where you need a portacath. I don't want people to have to go through the kinds of things I went through andI wish you would say something so I could know something about you - because otherwise my imagination fills in the blanks.

I 'met' another BC blogger today - Laurie - and I flicked through a few pages at the start of her blog when I wasn't working today. And, as so often, reading her diagnosis story reduced me to tears. And I was interested that she, like me, had written a post about what and what not to say to someone with cancer. I suppose it's not that surprising - it is hard to say the right thing and sometimes there isn't a right thing; but.....interesting. As I say to people I meet who've had breast cancer - I wish I didn't have this in common with you; I wish I hadn't met you because I wish that neither of us had had to go through what we have. But we have. And I'm very grateful to Kim for her comments and her insistance that I am a strong person. I find it hard to see that because I'm the one wallowing in my own head; and I am wallowing at the moment, I am overwhelmed by myself and lost in myself. I'll get out of it - I think Elaine's hope is rubbing off on me; I really do believe I will - but I think it's going to take a while.

The cat-fink

Urgle - it is late - I had County meeting at which I did not distinguish myself. But at least I got a lift home and didn't have to muck around with the tube and the bus.

SO - tonight you get a picture post - you may not want to know what I had for lunch but you definitely want to see a picture of the cat, right? No? Tough!

What a sweetie, right? No! He is a fiend who will lurk under chairs, on sofas, on stairs and suddenly attack. He is your ankle's worst enemy. You have two anyway, so you can donate him one, OK?
He is the terror of cardboard boxes, which he shreds into a state of collapse.
He adores the printer and likes to stick his paw into where the paper goes in because there must be something good in there to be making those noises.
He is also a huge Creature Comforts fan - he races up to the television and stares at it, entranced when we put the DVD on.
So, I present to you - Maxwell the cat-fink!

Proms

De voila!
The Royal Albert Hall.
I've sung here.

I never got round to telling y'all about it though - what a zizz eh?

I not only sang here, it was for the Proms and it was a premier.

Get me, eh?

It began when a friend forwarded me a link to the Beeb site asking for singers to apply for something called 'The Voice Project'. They were looking for London and Glasgow-based amateur singers to take part in a collaborative performance with The Shout of a new piece by Orlando Gough.

I filled out the form and didn't expect to be selected - but in the end I received an email inviting me to take part. I was very excited; especially since morale was at a low level then (what, as opposed to now, you mean?)

The rehearsals started a month before our proms (we did 2 concerts) with a weekend workshop with 3 members of The Shout: Carol Grimes, Adey Grummet, Melanie Pappenheim; and they were great - really fantastic.
They not only had incredible voices but were really enthusiastic and innovative in their singing. And what was really exciting for me was that I had met and worked with Adey Grummet before: at an Opera North summer school when I was 15 - and she was just as energetic and entertaining as I remembered her. She was also very kind when I went up to her and rambled about how she wouldn't remember me but we'd met before and I'd really enjoyed working with her then and now. She was kind enough to say that she thought I looked familiar - I suspect that may have been a kind white lie; I think I look quite different than I did then - curly hair and all....

The piece was really interesting and very compelling as well. I was part of the 'London Rabble' and the parts we were singing were mostly nonsense/made up words with a vew 'verses' - the choirs were singing the comprehensible parts with The Shout filling the solo/small ensemble sections.

The Shout were utterly fantastic to listen to - they did a couple of other pieces during the concert and I was just enthralled to listen to them - one of the pieces 'Stand' was just *brilliant* and I had it running round my head for days afterwards - I woke up in the night with it running round my head. I would love to sing like that; as part of something like that.

It was quite a bizarre experience being in the Royal Albert Hall - people who had sung their before kept saying how huge it felt and how seeing that many people could be a bit unnerving so I was quite surprised when my reaction to standing on the staging and in the promenading space was that it felt a lot smaller that I expected. So I thought that maybe once it was full of people - then it would seem bigger - but no, it seemed smaller again once there were audience in it - it just brought the levels and layers closer down towards me. I wasn't nervous, I wasn't freaked out; but neither was I excited by it. And that is a big sign for me that I am obviously not really 'well'. I ought to have been excited or proud or happy or at least faintly pleased - but I just wasn't. Perhaps that's why I haven't written about it before now. I felt 'dead' - like I do about so much now. Like I've never come out of the anaesthetic - I'm still numb.

How I've changed

This picture was taken the day after my birthday last year. Two weeks after I had been told I had cancer and 3 days after my first chemotherapy treatment. In that time I had cried, been sick, barely eaten, had my hair cut (it was down past my shoulders before).
I look at this photo and I see the tiredness in my eyes; the 'deadness' - it's like I'm not there. And although, at this time, things were tough - I had no inkling of just how tough they were going to become. Or, indeed, how much sicker I was going to look by the end. I don't have many photos of me once my hair came out and I started to look really ill - really like a person with cancer. By that point none of us really felt like taking pictures - we didn't want to remember that time; we didn't want to be in that time.
Today as I type this - I am sitting in exactly the same place in my flat, with the same blanket over my knees. What's changed? A lot, a little, nothing? All of the above? Probably.
Some things have gotten better, some have become worse.
I loved this haircut and I wanted it back - but now of course my hair is different again. I can't keep up!

Lack of pictures

Today I am attempting a knitting post - if I can get the blinking pictures off my miniscule and rather pathetic camera, that is.

OK - so that is what I was going to do - but the computer refuses to find the camera - I loathe you, computer! I wish you to know this - ::deep loathing::
And I was going to show you the sweet little baby sweater I've just about finished - it's just waiting for a zipper since I decided I didn't like the toggle button fastenings from the pattern. It has a hood - very sweet. And is destined for Ffion - my best friends 2 week old daughter; who I have yet to meet since she's all the way away in Wales.... :( Hopefully I'll see her before Christimas though - I do want to see her while she's still little. I missed her birth by a matter of days since I was visiting the day before my friend's waters broke - Ffion decided to make an early appearance - by two weeks. She's obviously a performer, like her parents! ;)

Ah well, that's it for today since I've been scuppered and have wasted all this time faffing around with the camera - it's bedtime and then some!

Night night