It's the local bonfire and firework display tonight - and it's raining like stair rods... (that means heavily for those of you too young to know what stair rods are/were!) There will have to be a lot of flammable liquid poured on the bonfire before they get it hot enough to roast the Bonfire Queen... (I am always disappointed that they never actually throw her on, it seems odd to select the prettiest maid in the town and then NOT sacrifice her... ah well...). We have some friends coming over for dinner and then we shall walk down to the seafront and watch the spectacle. And as, for once, we will be the hosts and thus not required to drive, I will get a glass of wine or two... (or three, or maybe six...) I hope that I won't be too worn out by the walk down, or rather by the walk back which will be the hard bit, although I do need the exercise. I have more energy than I did a fortnight ago, it's true, but it does tend to wear off very quickly. However, I had a nice lie in this morning so I must get on and do some stuff, I have a meal to cook and several loads of laundry to get through before the guests arrive.
The hair is now quite noticeable - well, I can see it which is what matters as far as I am concerned. The fingernails are not deteriorating any further, which is good, hopefully as they grow again they will settle down. Oddly, the toenails haven't suffered in the same way.
The big news is that I can actually taste my food and drink now, and all being well I shouldn't have to go through that particular side-effect again. It was one of the more depressing aspects of the treatment - it sounds really pathetic to complain that food didn't taste good for a few days each cycle, but food is one of the great joys of life, and when I had either paid a fortune in a restaurant or slaved over a hot garlic press for hours, it was extremely depressing for it all to taste of cotton wool. It was often accompanied by a pained expression from dear husband as my muted tastebuds did lead me to exhibit heavy-handed behaviour with some of the more lively spice bottles at times...
The rain has eased off now and there does appear to be some blue sky visible, so perhaps the fireworks won't be washed out. Sunlight is streaming through the window and it's actually quite warm sat at my desk... but it will be November in two days time. This summer has gone so quickly, and it seemed like only yesterday that I was being told about eighteen weeks of initial treatment... Some of the days sat in isolation were very long, but all in all it seems to have rushed by. It's odd how what has actually been a quite punishing regime of treatment became "normal" very quickly. I collected the prescription for the anti-clotting injections this morning, and I have now got all that I need - when these are finished I won't be stabbing myself any more - I won't miss that bit, I have to say! It's tempting to think that it's all nearly over now, but of course there is the surgery, then the radiotherapy, so actually I am about two-thirds of the way through... Not sure whether that is cheery (light at the end of the tunnel) or depressing (still quite a way to go. Ah well, it's Halloween tomorrow, the year is turning swiftly and Yuletide approaches - by which time all should really be done and I can start the new year moving forward. Here's to that!
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