I did it!!

The night before my last chemo I was in a high state of anxiety and had a nightmare that they gave me the wrong bag of chemo, then the line came out and they couldn't get it back in, then there was a gas emergency in town and the day ward was swamped with people unable to breathe and I couldn't find a chair to sit down on. So it was a great surprize that the line went in first pop, and all the chemo went in at quite a high rate, I got the lunch I ordered and was feeling good when Dawn dropped me home and made me a cuppa. I said goodbye to Patsy and Annette and said - in the nicest possible way that I hope I never see them again. I had given them so much cheek (a bit like my Dad) that I think they might have been pleased to see the back of me.
I noticed in the Listener a quote from a Dr David Agus "We talk about cancer as a noun, as if it is a one-time event. But the body is changing all the time. We should think about it instead as a verb "I'm cancering". The trick would be to pick up on early signs of when a person started to "cancer" and then nip it in the bud."
This is a good reflection of how I feel about cancer now, it is all a matter of cell growth over time. Cancer cannot seem to be diagnosed at one point it needs to be observed over time.
I wonder if my cancering time is over . Roll on October and we shall see what things look like now.

The Ist of Potatoes

The next season in the calendar after the 1st of Aspargus is the 1st of Potatoes. Duncan dug up the first of his Cliff Kidneys as a fathers Day treat. They were very creamy and tasty.

And so time passes but ever so slowly towards the end of the treatment. Next week is my last treatment. The anxiety that it will all go well is mounting, not helped by the apprehension for Market Day. I only have 8 in my year 9 and 10 class, but the diversity of characters mean that it like herding cats - and the day before Market Day some of the boys decide they will polyurethane some boards for cheese and crackers. They will have a lingering smell for a while!
Last week I was at golf and we let a couple of chaps through because I play so slowly. "What are you all wrapped up in a wooly hat for?" said one of them because it was a beautiful day. I'm having chemo. I usually take my wig to put on after golf when we go to have coffee. But this time I hadn't so just had a snood over my head. When I turned from the counter to find a seat I found a whole heap of eyes on me, and a definite hush in the conversation. Trying to work out why I would wear this wooly head covering on such a gorgeous day. Just like I remember staring at the lady in First Light Frozen many months ago. (See Cancerverse 1)