CYCLE 6 DAY 8
Well a slow start to the day for me as I lazed in bed till 10:30 after a reasonable night sleep. I feel almost human today and get up to a scrambled egg breakfast with all the family, as my youngest daughter arrived home yesterday. Morning drugs done and a plan formulated I get myself organised while my family get ready to go out and get last minute food and deliver invitation cards in the village. I ritualistically seal the cards.
My family depart and I settle down to do some work when the phone rings. Apparently I have won a basket of face products. Remember I bought raffle tickets at the oncology unit in response to getting the high platelet score I needed? Well one of them came up, so when I go into the unit to dump my now full sharps bucket I have a prize to pick up. Merry Christmas. I also bought another part of my civil partnership outfit. A midnight blue velvet evening jacket. Just the thing to go with plum trousers and a white shirt. Trust me it will be fine.
I drive to the gym wondering quite why, but in reality I know why. Cancer does not rest, so I can’t. If cancer ever takes a day off then I might, on the other hand I might take the opportunity to kick it in the nuts when it’s not expecting it. I do my usual hour on a cross trainer and burn 713 calories. Disappointingly I do not get my 10,000 steps reward while on the cross trainer so I have to walk the gym floor for ten minutes to get there. As it is Christmas the gym closes early at 4pm with the result that the bar closes earlier so there is no hot chocolate and mince pie for me.
When I get home I find mince pie production in full flow along with rows of pigs in blankets waiting to be stored. I grab ginger beer and a sausage roll and watch TV, while I unwrap my Christmas goodies parcel. Crystallised ginger, sugar almonds, Turkish delight, New Berry Fruits and Champagne truffle chocolates. So as the kitchen begins to smell of fresh mince pies I settle down to write the blog. Tonight will be getting to bed early not forgetting to put the mince pie, port and carrots out for Father Christmas and Rudolf.
Tomorrow we visit my partner’s mother and take her a christmas meal. There will be all the festive fun of food, crackers, jokes, the queen and dvds of favourite films before we return home to an evening of even more indulgence.
