Playing the cancer card...

I am a bit of a self do-er! Is that a word??

Anyway, what I mean is I have spent so much time having to just get things done by myself that my attitude is generally just to get on with it. When it's too technical, or complex I ask the professionals. If I think I can do the job but cannot manage it on my own (ie; when I built stud walls, re-plumbed and tiled my sister's pub toilet) I asked for help from friends who I knew had the plumbing experience and helpful hands! Otherwise I just do it and hope that YouTube can help me accomplish what is needed.

But I always put it down to me to accomplish what is needed.

Nike has nothing on me. Just get it done! Whoosh! To be fair, sometimes Whoosh turns into Whoops, or even Whoops F***ity Whoops, but at least I try!

The problem with cancer treatment is that it knocks the whoosh out of you. The brain is willing, once it comes out of it's weekly foggy mist, but the body is lacking in energy. It's important that I acknowledge this publicly because I keep trying to do things and then fail and cause further problems as a result.

Take this last week as an example. When I moved into the flat where I live at the moment, it was supposed to be temporary. Possibly 6 months, a year at the most. Given the treatment schedule and possible recovery time I am now anticipating being here for 2 years. That makes a difference to how I live in it. I need to make it more of a home rather than just a temporary accommodation.

So I have borrowed a dining table from Annie and needed to move my furniture around to accommodate it, and to make the flat look nicer; more homely. Now I already know that furniture moving is not in my capacity at the moment. I can barely carry a shopping bag!

But moving furniture around doesn't just mean moving furniture around. It means moving pictures, moving ornaments, vacuuming, cleaning behind skirting boards, etc. I could not help myself. Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning I did just that and when my team turned up I was not in a good state. Dizzy, physically exhausted and increased nausea.

More of a Whoops moment!

I was met with an utterly polite and worthy rollocking from my friends and am now enriched with yet another lesson I have learnt during this treatment programme.

As I stayed still, my friends displayed great humour, strength and interior design skills as they shifted my belongings and I now have a dining table on which to play games, start sewing, write novellas (what?) and, yes, eat dinner. The flat looks more 'me'.

They departed, with my thanks, knowing that even if their personal circumstances change they will not be looking for jobs in the furniture removal industry. No-one said anything but I bet they felt it the next day !!

When I mentioned all this to my sister she told me to just 'play the cancer card' and to stop being a nob! Families, hey!

Treatment regime continues. Chemo only. Endocrinology (thyroid) appointment at the end of the month. Bloods still falling, but only by a point this week which is good.

Fatigue is still a big issue, dizzyness less so this week and I bought a new hat !!

It doesn't look so 'cancer' !!

Je suis un fashionista...