Well it has been a birthday kind of week. Jordan our oldest grandson turned ten on Monday, then his dad Troy turned 40 on Wednesday, and then today we celebrated Ben and our youngest daughter Hayley’s little boy Beau’s third birthday. It is funny how life doesn’t stop for Chemo. Last week I promised to make sausage rolls for Beaus Fire Brigade birthday bash as I had all the ingredient and I was at the end of my treatment cycle and feeling well. Got the meat all ready and pulled out the pastry only to find it was short crust. I was too far into proceedings to stop so I went ahead and made the sausage rolls which we had for dinner with vegetables and I froze the rest. They were ok, but a little crisp and not what I wanted to present for the party. So yesterday I tromped off to the shops and got more supplies. The only thing is, the medication they give me to help side effects is basically speed, so I probably shouldn’t be let out in public.
I may have bumped someones car with my runaway trolley in my Chemo haze and just decided to ignore it. It was only a little bump. If the owners were looking at the time, I was wearing my elegant newly acquired, scarf and beanie combo, so I may have gotten away with it. Surely, they wouldn’t report a lady who has clearly got no hair.
Back home I rustled up eighty little sausage rolls for the party, and made up the batter for some Ricotta and Zuchini muffins to bake off in the morning so they would be fresh.
Saturday morning and Allan was off to a darts event early, so I planned to go back to bed for a while before embarking on the baking. Plans never work out. My sister was down the road in Port Kennedy, and said she would call in for coffee after her appointment. I gave up on sleeping and popped the muffins into the oven, then made up a batch of my beautiful body soap, just to add to the chaos.
Homemade Body Wash: I just grate a bar of extra sensitive dove soap, add it to three cups of water and half a cup of olive oil, then simmer for about 20 minutes till all soap has dissolved. Leave it covered with a tea towel for a day, then whisk it up and you have a lush creamy body or hand wash. I made a double batch. Chemo therapy dries out your skin, it feels divine to wash your face with this rich moisturising cleanser, that is great for sensitive skin.
Next I thought I had better make myself beautiful before Lynne got to my house. Half way through Sarah called from Sydney and we had a long chat, consequently Lynne arrived before I got my make-up on so I just shoved on my wig. She wasn’t planning to stay long as she had a wedding to attend in the afternoon, but, we did our nails, and I straightened her hair then she headed off after our catch up over a coffee and fresh savoury muffin with cream cheese and chilli topping for brunch.
Life is so busy for everyone it seems. Even when serious stuff happens, it just keeps on going. This is probably a good thing, as there is hardly any time in life when we can just think about ourselves and what is happening to us. Most of our lives are entwined with other people’s busy lives and it is hard to drop out. However, we probably could all take some time just to slow down. My friend Rikki said she always dashed about like she was being chased by a bear, until she had a car accident and had to ease up the pace. Although I still seem to be doing quite a lot, I do feel a little bit like I am on vacation, if having post cancer treatment can count as a holiday. I have cut back on my life quite a bit, so I do have some lovely rest days in amongst the rush, twice this week I have slept in till ten, then had breakfast in bed. My latest fad is soaking porridge oats overnight. I pop half a cup of old-fashioned oats, not the quick cook variety into a Mason jar for each of us, pop in some dried cranberries a little raw sugar or honey and cover with milk, you could use Almond milk or soy if you don’t want to use dairy. While you sleep they turn creamy and delicious, and you have instant breakfast ready when you get up. I have eaten this in the car on the way to Church Sunday morning. Mind you I am not recommending other people do this as if you crash while eating yours, I don’t want to get the blame. I have used up my weeks quota for accidents with the trolley incident.
He really wants those Blood Test Results in a hurry
Meanwhile, back at the appointment department, it turns out, my plans to get out of waiting around at the hospital blood place by going down to the one in Mandurah on the way in to the hospital and there is no waiting, have been foiled. The Doctor really likes to have your blood results before reviewing you the day before your next Chemo round. So I need to see him at 9.00 am at Fiona Stanley and to make sure he has my bloods, he has given me an 8.00 am appointment for my blood tests at Fiona Stanley. That should be fun getting there in the early morning traffic. I will need to leave home at 6.45 am and I find it hard to get up before 8.00 am at the moment. Who thinks these things up for us Chemo Patients, do they look at where we live (in the country) before allocating times. Then we go back the next day for Chemo, I hope I get the private room again, so I can catch up on my sleep.