109. The wind in my hair

Ok, there’s not much of it (my hair - see below) but it was lovely to go for a walk today, just up to the local cafe with Dennis, in the sunshine and breeze - and wig-free. I felt so normal and so much myself for once. Ironically, I chose to go for a walk because I was feeling distinctly strange but, in moments, I’d walked it off.

See my number 2 buzzcut?

Last night, about 3.30am, I woke to find the cat staring at me silently. I was sitting upright on the bed, fully clothed and slippered, glasses on, knitting beside me and main light AND bedside lamp on. I remembered switching off the tv at midnight and turning on the bedside lamp. Then I must have fallen asleep where I was! I wonder if I knitted in my sleep?? So, at 3.30, while Dennis let the cat out to go massacre the local rodents, I cleaned my teeth, put my pjs on and got into bed. I slept till about 6.45, when I was wide awake. That is freaky for me. I’d had breakfast by 9! I felt fine and, best of all, I felt barely any tingling in my fingers and toes and my mouth has been fine all day, though food is still sticking in my throat, which is very annoying. I have tended to drop off at the slightest opportunity. The worst effect seems to be a heaviness in my hands and feet, like they’ve been weighted. As I said, I walked that off and wasn’t even hampered by the wobbliness or the numbness in my feet. Good all round, it seems. No flu-like symptoms so far. Fingers crossed.

No date for the MRI yet. I’m confident I’ve understood my body right but... well, Dr D is a specialist. I just want it over and done with, know the results and then I’ll be free to start moving on. Right now, I have one foot over the boundary but the rest of me is held back in Cancer Land.