I had the last chemo today, and all went well, so I just have to get through another 10 day hangover before I start climbing up the other side and back to normality.
When we were in the States I had a personal trainer who lived in the next cul-de-sac, and we became good friends. She would kick my butt in the day, and we would drink margaritas and mudslides in the evenings!
Ever since she heard I had cancer she has been desperate to fly over and hold my hand and look after me, almost perilously booking a ticket before remembering she would need a passport!! However, her passport is now winging its way to her, and she will soon be winging her way to me. HOORAY!!
No small coincidence that she will arrive as my steroids have finished, and my taste buds will be back- so I will be up for some light exercise (and some heavy drinking- tee hee!!). We chatted for an hour the other night and I was lamenting about my steroid weight gain. Kathi's response?- oh that's just a big poop and a couple of trips on the treadmill!! That's what I love about you Kathi- relentless optimism!!
SO, I am already enjoying plotting day trips which will incorporate some sort of activity- to counteract the Yorkshire Puddings, fish and chips, and margaritas, and REALLY looking forward to living life again for a few weeks before surgery.
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