Mother’s Day 2016

Mother’s Day yesterday, was a bit different to last year.  2015 I was right in the thick of Chemo, and it’s side effects which were not very nice.  This year is different.  Chemo seems a life time ago.  My hair and nails have grown back, and we have owner built our house since October and moved in back in March.  IMG_3584Here I am with new great baby grandson Lucas, and my hair.  He is just the most darling little boy and number two grandy for Allan and I.  We are so proud of Bianca and Daniel they have taken to parenthood like ducks to water.

The hair is very soft and I am planning to have a trim and foils done this week.  They recommend you wait six months before colouring as it is so fragile, it could snap off, not for health reasons, for the few people who have said ‘ooh are you allowed to have it coloured yet’.  My nails are long and normal, and apart from some tiredness still, I feel good.  It turns out my Thyroid is not functioning properly, and my iron stores were low, so this is the cause of the tiredness.  Thyroid, can be from poor nutrition, which could be the case, since I have lost fifteen kilos since finishing Chemo, and really just because I hardly ate, which is not the best diet.

IMG_3659Meal prep for Mother’s Day.  The Muffins are vegan, sweet potato and coconut milk from ‘Hell yeah it’s vegan’ site.  We have some vegans in our family now, so I made chick pea curry for them, and lamb for the carnivores.  These muffins are so moist and delicious and I posted them last year on my blog.  Even if you are not vegan once you try them, you will more than likely make them again and again.

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I felt so spoilt, as I am sure many of you other Mums were by your families.  Beautiful flowers and cosy PJ’S and Boot slippers.  I have always told my kids, don’t buy me slippers, I hate them.  But, this year, I changed my mind, being in the new house with concrete floors, till the garden is done, it is freezing, so I was very excited to have slippers for Mother’s Day.  It is Daughter-in-Law Lesa’s birthday today so we will see Troy’s family tonight.  It is also the anniversary of my Mum passing away twenty two years ago the day after Mother’s day that year.  I can’t believe it has been that long; The time has gone fast.

I always feel for the girls who are dealing with the struggle to get pregnant and those that have lost children or estranged from them at this time of the year.  Last year I mentioned Mother Teresa who never gave birth herself but, was a mother to thousands, so don’t undervalue the impact you can have on others.  One beautiful lady Rose, who turned eighty while we knew her, and had been a spinster all her life, yet, she took it on herself to encourage Allan.  She would always praise him up after he had played his guitar or led the worship at our Church. His Mum while we love her dearly, had never been that encourager, so it was like God put Rose in his life, to be a surrogate Mum and take up the mothering slack.

 

IMG_3661I had a wedding on Saturday afternoon at King’s Park.  This is the view from the Jarrah Pavillion near the War Memorial.  What a beautiful City we live in, and it is such a wonderful view.  It was freezing cold and windy, but, at least it didn’t rain on them during the festivities.  I always like to arrive early in case the traffic is bad on the freeway, so I sat in the car park with my little flask of coffee, and one of the delicious muffins and read my book.  Delightful!

Where did my Girliness go

Ah! Beautiful Nails, one can only dream

Ah! Beautiful Nails, one can only dream

I must say Chemo certainly puts a strain on femininity.  So far I have lost my hair, most of my eyebrows and eyelashes, along with at this stage of recovery, I have continually watery eyes, which means if I put on eye makeup it is off by the time I get down the road.  Last but not least to add to the grossness of peeling skin on my hands and feet, some of my fingernails are falling off. I can only feel for my Breast Cancer sisters who have had to suffer losing a breast or both to Mastectomies which would really cement the feeling that our femininity has been taken from us.  I can only hope that along with all these indignities that any rogue cancer cells that may have been floating around in my body are now dispatched along with my fingernails. I know, I know, I am just whinging they will grow back, there are people much worse off than me.

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First day of Radiation therapy today and it was a bit of a pain, not painful just a pain.  I waited for 45 minutes and finally after a man had gone in who I overheard saying  had an appointment at 12.30pm, and mine was at 12.00 noon went to enquire if I was on the list. I was told I had been late and they had called me already so had gone onto the next patient.  I wasn’t late so was a little annoyed.  I am used to waiting for hours at hospitals, but since I was told radiation doesn’t take long, wasn’t expecting to be there for long.  Allan had our grandson Beau in the other waiting room (you aren’t allowed to wait with your patient as they have limited chairs, although I noticed everyone in there was with a companion, one lady had four people come in with her).  The Radiation doesn’t hurt and I finally emerged at 1.40 pm and found Allan and Beau, who had been very well-behaved while he waited. So far so good.  One down 24 sessions to go.

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Finally, this afternoon I started to feel a bit of energy and enthusiasm start to return and contacted a lady to do some gardening and booked the dog in for grooming as she is starting to look like the woolly woofer from the bush. I might even tackle the dishes in a bit.

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Meanwhile, we went to pick up our new phones from the Post Office as we had been at Fiona Stanley when they were delivered and there was a surprise gift sent to me from one of Allan’s Dart friends Tim Parker, a guardian angel figurine to encourage me through my cancer journey.  What a lovely thoughtful thing to do, thank you Tim.  It makes me feel very special to be fussed over so often and thankful that there are so many thoughtful generous people in my world.

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