The past few days have been very quiet. Aside from having to head back to my GP to have yet another infection in my stomach peg diagnosed and more antibiotics prescribed, very little has happened.
It’s the calm before the storm.
My radiotherapy begins this coming Monday, 18th April. My appointment is at 4.15pm (although I’m hoping to switch my times to the mornings). The Wednesday of each week will be my chemo day.
I’m nervous, but just want to get started now.
Everyone continues to be incredibly kind and caring, with messages of support still coming in from friends, family – and many from complete strangers who have found the blog and enjoyed it.
I’m constantly amazed at just how many people have been through this horrible situation themselves, and how they’ve come away not only cancer free, but stronger in themselves.
Everyone has been fantastic.
My GP gave me her mobile ‘phone number, and told me to call whenever I needed to chat, or had a concern – even when she’s away on holiday next week.
I received a lovely message from a couple I worked with on the MV Kareliya (one of the cruise liners I worked on in the early 90s). I haven’t heard from them since I left the ship in 1993.
This afternoon I had a lovely visit from my Mum’s sister, her son (my cousin, Mark, whom I haven’t seen since my Mum died, ten years ago), and grandson. It was wonderful to catch up after all this time.
Perhaps cancer has a positive side?
It unites people as a common enemy.