So this is what normal feels like

After my previous post, I've been asked how I know that Madame Chemo is a woman. Well, only a female mind could be so complex on average to cause such a range of physical and psychological feelings in one person. Having as I do both a husband and male Labrador sharing my home it is fair to say that I am qualified to confirm that neither of these alpha males could be capable of such a diverse group of side effects all at the same time.  Don't get me wrong, the male mind is not always easy to understand and is equally likely to generate anger, confusion, pain and distress as it's female equivalent but it tends to do so in a much more simple fashion. Hence Madame Chemo is definitely a woman. 

And so it is with an understandable anxiety and trepidation that I find myself awaiting the hopefully final round which starts on Wednesday 18 January. At present I am feeling much perkier than I have done in a while, and am quite enjoying being awake, alert and in minimal amounts of discomfort. Today, Mr Man and I went out to eat for the first time that we can remember for ages as I quite fancied some grilled meat, a need which was nicely satiated at a local Turkish style restaurant specialising in BBQ'd meats. Perfect really. Although I wasn't scraping the pate clean and ordering dessert, I managed to consume a reasonable amount before conceding defeat, which is a big step forward for me in the food stakes. 

This past couple of days have been quite adventure filled as well. Yesterday I had the pleasure of spending all day in the Harley Street Clinic having Ascitic fluid drained from my peritoneum. A slightly uncomfortable but not too hideous procedure which resulted in me leaving 2.6litres of fluid lighter than when I arrived, so not all bad at all. My Mum and Lil' sis and Mr Man all came to visit me so I had good company all day to pass the time and now I should feel less bloated and more comfortable. 

This morning, my friend S came to visit which was great as I have not seen her fora while and it was good to catch up. We went for some soup for lunch in a local cafe and it was all very civilised.  I also went round to see my oldest friend G for a cup of tea this afternoon as today we celebrated 30 years since our first day at infants school together. 30 years is a very long time and so we can be forgiven for not remembering all the details of our first educational establishment (although not being certain if our second teacher there was Mrs Harvey or not will irritate the pair of us until one of our parents can provide clarity on the details). We have agreed that once I am back on my feet properly we will do something more substantial to celebrate our first 30 years of friendship so we have that to look forward to as well.

So, whilst the next week will bring its challenges I have the weekend to enjoy, and hopefully all things being well I will be in a position to do just that. Just like being a normal person again really. Happy Weekend to the whole Project Nicola team. Enjoy.