Another week of waiting. The 'site' is not healing fast enough internally. My friend, Natalie says it is crying. I prefer to think it is having a tanty. Fishy boy has enquired as to when when I start Keeno. That is, when is my Keeno therapy starting. Whenever I revert to sitting in a pub instead of sitting on the front patio eating cake and drinking cauldrons of tea, which could be soon.
It's not all bad though. The company of the most beautiful set of friends has made it a memorable hiatus. After a month of catching up with everyone and eating a glorious selection of home delivered family meals I may need the chemo to drop some poundage. Last night we received a huge pot of slow cooked beef stew that warmed the cockles of our hearts and stomachs before they all went to discos. All of them! We were having an empty nest preview with the token only child/ self bedder asleep on the couch by seven 'clock! Time to review the good things in life this week.
There will always be crochet (the chemo rug has begun)....
and Natalie's most recent haircut, blunter and shorter than the last. I'm loving this one and may have to go back to it when the follicles come back from their holiday.
There will always be op shopping. I expected more karma for the two big bags of toys I dropped off but we had to move fast as the shop assistant started to label them and put them on display before I could get Shorty out the door.
We did get some plastic jewels for 50c as opposed to $17 at the W.A.C.
There were also aprons all cross stitched and immaculate, if a trifle politically incorrect.
I don't wear them enough but they do make lovely gifts as well.
This little tablecloth has 'cushion' or 'chair upholstery' written all over it along with some Queensland hot spots.
There will always be thoughtful friends coming up with clever gifts that I would never think of....
and patience- abundant patience laced heavily with love, understanding and hugs for the shorties and tallies of this old farmhouse.
We start on Tuesday....finally.