Well what a lovely evening we all had as a family with Nicky and Beth. We had I’m told delicious Moroccan Lamb, cos I couldn’t taste it 🙁 but I did taste the lemon Cheesecake yummy. We then had coffee and chilled looking at old photos which I haven’t seen for years as Nicky and I became best friends at the age of 17, that’s a staggering 31 years of friendship. I shall share some old photos with you all later in the week as they are so funny.
We then played a music quiz which we have been talking about playing for ages and we finally got around to it. Steve won as normal, Nicky and Beth, Mom and Rebecca and you guessed it I’m last again but I blame chemo brain and get away with it 🙂 Julie had brought us the game ‘Would I lie to you’ a really good game and we could have played this for longer but it was midnight so we will enjoy much more fun with this game at family get togethers, so thank you Julie.
Steve, Nicky and I sat up until 2 am chewing the fat as they say and then Steve left us girls to it. Now that conversation needs another post in itself and it’s too important to brush through so we will park it but it’s about the emotion of losing someone and the different stages we all go through. At 4 am I’m conscious that I have now been awake for over 24 hours so we agree, I’m having a last fag and then it’s bedtime, I get into bed at 4.11 am and guess what time I woke up? 5 bloody thirty! what the hell is all that about, I was dreaming of a sleep until at least 7 or maybe 8 am.
I start my day with usual list of painkillers and start retching, now for all of you out there who have had children you will understand that whilst retching, sometimes coughing or jumping can let out a little wee wee. So I’m retching cos I have no food to bring up and peeing myself at the same time, lovely and Nicky just laughs, I should have known then that my day was not going to be a smooth one and I think I should have just gone back to bed, hindsight,what a wonderful thing that is hey!
Everyone up and I decide that I’m cooking the ‘Full Monty’ for breakfast. Bacon, sausage, poached eggs, hash brown etc… All cooked and I decide unusually for me to have some. Everyone was in the dining room where my temporary bed is at the table ready to dig in. I come through the door towards the table trip on a cushion, throw my whole breakfast up in the air which lands all over Nicky whilst my head goes straight into the leg of the table. Silence and then gasps as I slide to all fours on the floor holding my face. My first thought was ‘Oh no please don’t say I’ve knocked my teeth out’ I have lost teeth anyway and you can’t have dental treatment whilst on chemo. I could feel the blood and the cut on my lip, I was also concerned that everyone was in shock ‘oh my God’ and ‘you have to let us see how bad it is’ I could hear them all but I didn’t want to face it. Turns out my teeth were intact and apart from a cut lip and inside cuts I’m fine but I have now spoilt everyone’s breakfast. I’m sat in my Dream Machine with a frozen bag of hash browns on my lip and everyone has suddenly gone off their food. Rebecca gets really upset and angry and kicks the bed, goes upstairs to calm down. Nicky picks off my breakfast from her clothes and eventually they all try to just get on with eating and enjoying breakfast.
Then as today we are doing my mom’s room up and I’m not allowed to paint or do anything. My mom is trying to stand on a stool to help Steve with a light, she falls off the stool does a backward roll and ends up with a hurt shoulder and back.
Steve then electrocutes himself putting the light up. Now I don’t know about you but today has been a difficult day for us. It has had laughs, tears and falls but because mom’s carpet is coming tomorrow and we needed to get the room painted we have all only just stopped working. Hence let’s talk about the serious stuff another day. I hope that you like me look at this post and go ‘oh bloody hell what a day’ as it reminds me that when all is said and done our minds are willing but our bodies are weak and sometimes we all think that we are spring chickens, that we can’t as we have always done, look at a job and go ‘I’ll do that in no time’ cos that’s how we all were. The £7.49 bargain light took hours a fall and an electrocution cos I can’t stand upright on a stool to help Steve. Reality check for us all I think.
So tomorrow we go back to finishing the room but with a new perspective of what’s achievable and we can all cope with. Age and disease is a terrible thing to come to terms with, that we are all not getting any younger. This does however remind me of a saying I love which is ‘If we weren’t getting older we’d be dead’ so that’s all okay then hey lol lol
Julia popped round to give me her £71.33 raised yesterday with the help of the High Sheriff at the International Day of the Girl which started in Wycombe in 2012. It was supported by the Police, Bucks County Council, Rape Crisis, NHS and Mind. Thank you all so much as every penny counts. Talking of pennies the lovely Mr Grumpy Bum has been very secrective about how much Uxbridge BHS has raised and he keeps teasing me that he will tell us all soon but come on Vaughan, have you beaten me or not? A thank you to Hilary and Ian who donated the other day and I forgot to mention it, sorry guys.
A massive thank you to our Angel, Rita who will be at mass as I type to attend mass armed with my prayer list. Thank you to everyone how prayers for me as I know this happens everywhere from many denominations, it’s appreciated xxx
I hope Peter Andre survived the Strictly Dance off as we are all covered in paint and plasters here lol All other topics will be covered I promise but for today I think chilling and roast pork is now the order of the day. Oh thrush is getting better too 🙂
Err a) there’s no shame peeing ones self that’s what I tell my self all the time.
B) I won’t have beaten you and me Gill wanted get over #### well that would be telling.
Now you’ll just have to exercise what we adults (yes I know me ;)) call self control.
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Okay okay I’ll let you pff but don’t keep me hanging Vaughan, you know better than that lol xxx
Oh Wendy, please forgive me but I just nearly pee’d my pants laughing at all the oppsadaisies , honestly I was going to say , ” you couldn’t write that ” but blow me over and call me Ethal !!!!! But you did & It did all happen 🙁
Laughing over I was pleased everyone was ok & only minor injuries and Thank God you still have your teeth 🙂
Bless all your wee hearts <3
I am so happy that you've all had a great weekend minus the oppsadaisies x
I will wait with baited breath for what you've parked on this blog x
Precious times when you've got a friend for so many years WOW pretty awesome xxx
I'm just in from Mass, we're good for another week x Church still standing
🙂 not burnt down yet xxx
Sending my love always and lots of there there's for all the oppsadaisies x
Oh rita, what a bloody day! Love the blow me over and call me Ethal, made me laugh. I just couldn’t believe it all happened. Had a great weekend and lots of precious moments with loved ones, just glad I still have all me teeth haha.
Thanks for the prayers as ever my angel xx
Omg your day could be something out of a carry on film. I hope everyone is ok. I hope you all enjoy your roast dinner and maybe you might even be able to taste it. Have a lovely evening and none of you do anything that could cause you any harm. Love ❤ and hugs to you all. Special hug for Rebecca I hope she is feeling less stressed XXX
Mary, it really was like a carry on film, I think I was playing Barbara Windsor/chuckle brothers. Just wanted to make my mom happy and nearly killed everyone in the process, I’m just too dangerous to be let out lol. See you soon I hope for coffee xxx I’ll text xxx
Good grief I leave you all alone for 5 minutes. Lol!!!! Seriously I hope everyone is ok. Loads of love to all you wounded soldiers and Rebecca. We had a fantastic time. Thank you all so much. Xxx
Love having you both as ever and my home is your home, so proud of Beth and how mature she is handling all this, unlike her mom lol
You shouldn’t have left me it just all went downhill from there but it’s all done now thankfully xxx
Oh dear, oh dear. .whoops a daisy! Slipped getting out of the shower myself…and we had pork dinner…How’s that for synchronicity? Wishing all a speedy recovery and much love xx
I hope you are okay and today is defo a whoops a daisy day but thankfully we survived IOW secret biscuit agent 🙂 xxx
Well I don’t think that the day can get any worse can it,
Hope you are all ok, please don’t do the washing up until tomorrow because you never know what’s gonna happen,
I do hope that you can get more sleep, I don’t know where your getting the energy from, hope you get a better night tonight and get today out the way hey,
Loves you as always my sweet, xxxxxxxxxxx
Tammy it was just one thing after another, mad as. I like you thought I’d impale myself on an upturned knife in the dishwasher or something like that. I glad the day is done and we got mom’s room for carpet tomorrow but not without pain haha Love back at ya always xxx
Well you “Guys” don’t do things by halves do you! Falls and electrocution what next, omg nooooooooooo more please.
As for pee-ing yourself now for some weird reason that made me laugh cos I can just picture it, sorry!
Hope your lip, mum’s shoulder and back are all ok and if Steve had longer hair I guess it would now be curly!
Have a good evening, I’m praying for sleep Wendy. X
You couldn’t have made my day up mate, what a bloody laugh a minute from beginning to end – not! lol but we will look back and laugh but when it’s all done hey. Everyone survived so that’s all that matters, we live to fight another day 🙂 Please pass on my love to everyone at work for me, miss you all so much xxx
Sorry, Wendy, I roared with laughter and remembered the Squirrel Episode. Our first house, young, keen, Ian wishes to prove he can do the odd job here and there. Anyway, the local council told us it’d be twenty quid to do the job (late 1970s). Mrs Squirrel sets up home in our loft and every night she puts on her hobnail boots and practises her line dancing just above our bedroom. Something Must Be a Done. Ian says he’ll block up where she’s getting in (we know it’s she, because it turns out there’s a nest and we won’t go into the disposal of that). So up Ian goes into the loft armed with hammer and wood to block the entrance by a slipped tile. Mum and I are in the kitchen getting lunch when there’s an almighty sound followed by “oh SHIT”! I shoot upstairs and there’s Ian with two legs dangling into the spare bedroom and sitting aside a ceiling joist :-(. So once it was all cleared up, we had to get the ceiling board replaced, a plasters in and repainted the ceiling. Should’ve spent that twenty quid with the council!
So you are, once again, not alone! Do hope the carpet goes in well tomorrow. The great thing about a day like that is that tomorrow SHOULD be better……… Love to all and tell Rebecca I’d have done the same. xxxxxxx
“a plasters” should read “a plasterer”. Predictive text ugh….
Oh wow Hilary your story made me laugh as I can just see Ian now, how funny 🙂 so you also had a Spike the Squirrel hey, we share the same pain but mine is outside steeling balls whist yours was a line dancer!
Excellent and thanks again for the story, made me laugh xxx
Hi Wendy I look forward to reading your blog and I have started to remember you and your family in my night time prayers. I too are battling Cancer at the moment “Breast” on to round 4 of Chemo and it’s not pleasant I can tell you. GOD BLESS YOU AND YOUR FAMILY XX
Hello Amanda, Thank you for contacting me and for reading my daily ramblings. I’m so sorry to hear that you are going through this shit too. I have no experience of Breast Cancer and I hope you will share more of it with me. What stage are you at? Do you like me have a 1/2 way meeting to see if it’s working? How are the side effects compared to mine? how many cycles do you have to have? Oh I’m so sorry as these are personal questions which you don’t have to share but I would love to share this with you.
Anyway, my love also goes out to you and your family,it’s so hard on them isn’t it 🙁 I always say that this is not about me, it’s all about them as I love them so much xxx Oh and thanks for your prayers too xx