I have not yet worked out what to do with the emerging stubble issues of earlier posts, I think I might just be rough and scratchy for a bit, stubble is supposed to be fashionable after all.
We managed to sort out a nice couple of days at Crieff Hydro with Jim and Sarah and kids as my birthday celebration. Only afterwards did I remember that I would not be able to go into the pool with my plumbing sticking out of my chest, partly for ascetic reasons, kids running out of the pool etc, and partly to avoid getting the Hickman line infected, so Jim will have to do lifeguard duties while I sup cocktails and watch. Tough life but someone has to do it!
Holly has managed to get her first horse riding rosette today and came home very proud of "cantering" so we have set up some lessons when we are away at the weekend. I feel this will be the first rosette of many. To my surprise, tonight she finished her juice, fired up the laptop, and looked up the hotel and the equestrian centre all at 8 years old!
The three brothers Mulligan are planning to help Kenny Eggo understand that mothers are to be respected and admired, with a group visit on the way to the Monster hike, we will make him an offer he couldn't refuse, Godfather style. Actually having told his Irish wife of his comments I think an apology and retraction will be on the way, once he recovers from the blows, while my mum has been a great teacher of how to persevere through trouble, and is a strong person, she is my mum so everyone else has to be nice to her!
With the nice weekend we have planned I have about two free days before the whirlpool of chemo sucks me down again, I have felt well for about a week and a half and so it must be time for chemo and to feel unwell again. Mentally after a bit of time not being consumed with treatment my head is starting to turn back "into the zone" I am trying to hold it off to enjoy the weekend. Monday and Tuesday will need to be headphones on, walking, meditation, and packing for hospital to get my head ready for walking into that ward, 11.30am on Wednesday. While I am apprehensive about the depth of this dive, I am encouraged that this should be the last chemo I have to face, and I do pretty good overall on chemo, so bring it on!
So House is on the TV, Poppy with me on the couch and a nice glass of red wine on the table. Its good to enjoy an evening like all the evenings I took for granted for so many years in the past and hope to take for granted for many years in the future!
I am looking forward a last pre-chemo blow out on Sunday night, my friend Nick and I are going to go out for a few pints, which could turn into a few too many pints. At least I have left myself more than two full days of hydration and good living as a buffer!
Cheers
Gerry
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Mullah, you've been snorting Cremola Foam again. Apologise for what? I was complimenting your mother. I like my women strong. You've met my wife and daughter! Your dear old Ma must have made a major contribution towards your irrepressible spirit and refusal to feel sorry for yourself (that neck of brass and balls of steel).
And you can tell the Brothers Grimm that, as a mark of respect for your visiting Ma, I managed to desist from double entendres and swearing for all the time I was in her company, and headed Ford off at the pass when he wanted to interrogate her on the past of De Valera!
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