Last week I had my first ever manicure. I’ve always done my nails myself but this time I wanted polish that won’t chip within a day so I opted for a gel thingy. And wowsers…awesomeness abounds!
Tracey did this…
…lovely, no?
I also had a tidy-up-haircut and am grateful to Jo for not touching the top and sides. It’s hard when every millimetre matters so much but she understood and that makes it easier.
All was in preparation for my son’s wedding and the previous post shows how confident it all made me feel.
So thank you, ladies. You probably have no idea what a huge hurdle you helped me over.
On a not so good note, I had my twelfth Herceptin treatment today and the cannula had to go in a couple of inches above my wrist. The veins in my hand are pooped. Melissa was able to get a needle in but not well enough to allow anything through it. My arm still has to receive six more treatments, a general anaesthetic sometime soon and countless blood tests and lord know where we shall end up sticking the needles!
But I guess it’s a small price to pay, although the sooner treatments become less damaging the better.
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