Today was the last visit to my radiologist. It was just a checkup to make sure all the burns were healed and that my skin was coping. We talked about teenage sons, husbands, menopause, tamoxofin, oestrogen and buying breasts. She is delightful. I hope I never see her again.
Meanwhile, the purge at home continues. Today clothing was thrown out from pre B1 and B2. The boys are now thirteen. Nostalgia is another casualty of the big C. It started with just a few hangers then I got the bug again.
Clothes from way back: I love them but they will NEVER fit me again unless I get rid of them. You know how that works.
|Pink bag of pre-loved headwear including a boxed Hermes scarf .|
Maternity bra: (?) The last of a long line! Farewell ye, ill fitting lacto-garment.
Post surgical bra stuffing: Of course I could repurpose it in a stuffed toy but I wanted it gone from my vicinity! Vamoose, el Fluff.
There were two shelves of clumped up cancer stuff. Beanies and turbans and wigs...oh my! This is all going back to the Choices programme for other women who might like to use them. The spotty beanie which saw me through the sleepless winter nights is in the bin. It all made me feel sick to look at.
The need to streamline and simplify is not finished there but seems to have spread its tendrils into the blog too. Some lovely pink barkcloth turned up that was given to me by Ms MMMC soon after my diagnosis. It was trapped under the wiggery pokery pile up and happy to be released onto the new header and simpler format. It is SO special that I cannot decide what to do with it! Suggestions?
It would seem that not everyone shares my preference for the purge. Shorty is dismantling her room shelf by shelf and rolling around in it.
Usually all the kids get a photo with the furry fella but this year I thought I'd get one too. Shorty looks ecstatic because Santa (a.k.a. Barry) had just given her this lurex, pink, frufru dress. She had been yearning for it for a while and I suspected she would ask him for it too. So it was arranged that he would pull it from his sack when she did ask. She was utterly astonished and thrilled and even did a quick change on stage for the photo. We were all glowing and it wasn't from a red drug! (Barry may have been overheating.)
P.S. There is still no sign of our malingering tree.