Day one of 10 treatments of radiotherapy and nothing happened except a headache, sigh. No, not strictly true. Had a lovely time meeting friends....drove in with Hannah and Libby, enjoyed watching them select some spectacularly awful outfits at Savemart for a Southland lilac-themed party. Hannah's sack-dress with contrasting belt will surely turn heads, while Libby's choice of a lilac snow-suit (very tight and frankly, her shoes should throw a party of their own and invite the orange-cuffed trousers down) will be wonderfully hot and scratchy on the flight south.
Met up with the lovely Neroli Williams for a coffee, the equally divine Jo Bennett for lunch, and capped off the day with a convivial coffee with sister Marnie in Ballantynes, no less. Whinged throughout that drink, as you only can with family. Thanks, Marnie. Feel better now!
Then took a gift card John's Mum Mary gave me for my birthday and had a wonderful treat selecting from the Bally's cook shop. Got a microplane for grating stuff and a rolling pin (which rolls stuff much better than the tin of creamed corn I had been using!)
Bussed to Merivale Mall where I slummed it in Fresh Choice (!) and met up with Nicky Lotz and her children, who kindly returned me to Amberley.
In the middle of all that I got pinned to a treatment table by the head...face pushed against a custom-made, plastic mesh mask. Apparently I will get to take that mask home as a memento. Never again will I begrudge paying taxes.
Radiotherapy takes only a few minutes and is painless. The effects are culmulative, so I'm told to expect extreme fatigue by the end of the treatments, as well as headaches, short term memory...something...and a sore, red scalp. Maybe hair loss, too. Ah, well.
And my song of the day, I Only Want to Say, from the Andrew Lloyd Webber/Tim Rice musical Jesus Christ Superstar:
"I only want to say,
If there is a way
Take this cup away from me
For I don't want to taste its poison
Feel it burn me
I have changed
I'm not a sure as when we started
Then I was inspired
Now I'm sad and tired
Listen surely I've exceeded expectations
Tried for three years, seems like thirty
Could you ask as much from
Any other man?"
Me, in the black, with my friend Kathy.
Jo
ReplyDeleteIf you need a ride home today (Tuesday 30th), let me know. Im down in Chrischurch attending a training course, and hope to escape about four and head back up to the hills of North Canterbury straight away. Just text/ ring on 021 100 2503 but of course I will be a good girl and only turn my phone on during the breaks. Group training is always "fun". There's always someone who asks the question that is really good that you hadn't quite thought of yourself, and then there are those who by the end of the day, you are ready to shove the manual/workbook down their pendantic mouth. Oooh, such violent tendencies. Perhaps just a slap on the head with said workbook would suffice for now. We are learning all about what we are supposed to do as District Supervisors for the 2011 Census (just in case you thought I was on a sausage making course!)
Keep up the good work posting!
Jane
Well that was surely an interesting day, you would have to say! You're one tenth of the way through it, maybe one fifth by now? Let us know when you are feeling tired, I could bring the girls home with me and return them to school the next day so you only have yourself to think about xx
ReplyDeleteI will not be purchasing Andrew Lloyd Webber's album Jo. There is a limit to my musical desires! Pats X.
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