Not much has been happening in my world lately so I haven’t had much to blog about. Most of my days are taken up with going up and down to Fiona Stanley Hospital for Radiation appointments.
I saw my Radiation Oncologist on Thursday, and was really pleased because I thought I only had two more weeks to go. Wrong! Apparently, I have twenty-five sessions of Radiation to the whole breast area, then five sessions of targeting the spot where they removed the tumour, which I suppose is good because it is meant to lessen the chance of a recurrence at that site.
Meanwhile, another two fingernails fell off as well as a toenail. It is so strange to see what is going on under your nail. Presumably new ones will grow in due course.
I feel pretty well back to my old self this week, and wore high heels all day for the first time in months. It seems like ages, but, it was only a short while ago that my legs were still hurting from bone pain caused by the last round of Chemo, and I was doomed to flat shoes.
Why we torture ourselves in high heels though is beyond me. They kill our feet, throw out our posture and can be dangerous. I was reading an Agatha Raisin novel and Agatha is tottering across an icy car park in ridiculously high-heeled boots, slips on the ice and slides right under a car with her head poking out. An old man watching asks her cheekily if she is checking the engine before he helps her out.
My love affair with shoes started when I was very young I crashed into a lamp-post when I was about eight years old when I was looking down at my new sandals instead of where I was going. My first pair of heels (1 inch) were black patent with a bow on the toe, and they lived on the end of my bed for some time so I could admire them in the night, I kept them shined to a mirror finish with vaseline.
Gorgeous Sophia Vergara who wears very high sexy heels to do her household chores in TV series Modern Family says in one episode where she is forced to dress in flat shoes ‘How can anyone walk in these’.
My excuse for heels was always to create a weight loss illusion, apparently each inch you go up, you look slimmer. So I am on the lookout for 30 cm platforms.
Hayley and I did take Beau to the Winter Wonderland at Fremantle this afternoon, and he was looking forward to turn on the giant slide. However, it would have been an hour and a half wait, so he was a bit disappointed but, was consoled with watching the ice skaters on the outside rink and a promise of a trip to Chipmunks through the week (they have a slide) and an ice-cream before he went home.
Have a great weekend.