Archive for June, 2012

June 27, 2012

Sex and drugs and rock and roll…

By the way, I always meant to say the title of this blog is never meant to be read silently but sung out loud to the tune of “Sex and drugs and Rock and Roll”…doo doo doo doo do do!


“Books and Food and Dogs and Stuff are very good indeed”

Drugs are going to save my life

Sex and drugs and rock and roll
Is all my brain and body need
Sex and drugs and rock and roll
Are very good indeed

Oh Lord, my wonderful toyboy husband is too young to know this Ian Dury classic…

June 27, 2012

The Chemo Guy

My Bone Scan results are fine :o)

Today I saw The Chemo Guy. He copped a feel and had a squidge…I started a bit when, as he was measuring with his measuring thing, he said out loud “5cm”. “Um…it was only 3cm before”, I said. “Swelling”, he said, “from the biopsy” “Phew!”

He told us the procedure for the treatment, which drugs he’ll be using and the 5842 side effects. You wouldn’t believe some of that stuff. So, yikes! It seems I have to stay as healthy as I can because my immune system will be compromised. I have to take my temperature twice a day and if it reaches 37.5 I have to call the clinic. So I shall be avoiding hotness and steaminess. In my favour I have the health and fitness of a thirty year old, a diet which is as good as it gets and a pretty darn healthy lifestyle.

I have an appointment booked to have a coil marker inserted next week (I googled images…SO wish I hadn’t!) along with the already booked CT Scan and Heart Echo and chemotherapy will start in about two weeks.

All good news so far, apart from the obvious crap stuff and I’m hoping the CT Scan keeps it good.


June 26, 2012

Good News Bad News

Well, here I am having fun at a wig fitting


This bob grew on me but on reflection I think not and I rather like the blonde colour of this but not the style…

…but this I love because it’s the same style as my real hair but a few inches longer.

“And why so, are you playing with wigs?” I hear you ask? It’s a Good News Bad News thing.
The Bad News is I have Breast Cancer. The Good News is it’s treatable and we are very optimistic. I have a fantastic care team and  I have my wonderful husband, so I consider myself to be very lucky.

So far I have had a biopsy (very ouchy because I have very small boobs..I had to have double the dose of aneasthetic) and a bone scan.

This is the bruising five days later…it got darker and smaller. I still have it nearly two weeks later!

This is the Bone Scanner…it’s quite a beast. I wonder how much such a thing costs and I’m grateful for the health care which is unquestioningly available to me. Tomorrow I have an appointment with the oncologist (The Chemo Guy) and next week I have appointments for a CT Scan and a Heart Echo. Then I have to have a Coil Marker fitted against the tumour (double the dose planned) so my surgeon can gauge the extent of shrinkage during chemotherapy. Then the treatment begins!

The plan is to start with chemo in order to shrink the little bugger, which is currently 2.9cm. Then my surgeon is hoping I will only need a lumpectomy rather than a total mastectomy. Either way I will lose the nipple. I will be able to have reconstructive surgery but as I am tiny there isn’t enough of my tissue to use so I will need an implant (he says I can have both boobs done and go up a cup size or two..woohoo!) and he will make me a new nipple. I will need radiotherapy so I’m not sure when I get the new boobs but in the great scheme of things, they can wait.

June 26, 2012

More Triathloning

Spalding Triathlon was blessed with a beautiful day…and no rain!


And another uber proud moment x

And here’s my contribution on the day…I helped tie a knot. He couldn’t have done it without me ;o)

June 5, 2012


My wonderful husband is triathloning again.

First he competed in an Open Water event at Grendon,
where crazy people all jumped into a cold lake, hence the wetsuit.

His finish time was two minutes over his target, which,
considering this was the first lake he’d swum, was pretty darn good.

Next was Woodhall Spa, where it rained and rained and rained.

…and it was so cold the pool was steaming.

This time he finished within his target. I am so proud of this man :o)

(I’m loving the rubber hat thing)

More to come!