111. This is endless

I came home today to two letters, The first was an appointment on the 23rd, presumably to discuss the MRI results (what’s to discuss?) and then lengthen the leash a bit. The other was an appointment for 13 January 2020!! I’ve only just recovered from the last zometa infusion (as they so nicely call the nasty zoledronic acid they drip into your veins). It does sound like one of those exotic teas you can only get at the most exclusive health food shops. Zometa infusion...

Physio yesterday was fine, apart from the fact that I don’t do getting up early any better now than when I was working; in fact worse. I felt queasy and really didn’t want to be heading for that blessed hospital yet again. D was pleased with my progress (ie. my ability to stretch my arm in different directions) and sent me away with new exercises to reduce the solid lump in my armpit (a fusion of everything there that has been allowed more movement than it’s used to, thanks to the removal of all the lymph glands). I spent the day doing the exercises every hour as instructed and suffering severe pain as a result. I am such a wimp.

And I have to go back in September. So that’s 1 x August (plus MRI at the LGI), 1 x September, 1 x November and 2 x January - at least. Plus prosthesis fitting at Wharfedale. Will they ever let me go.....

I’m wig-free at last. My hair may be a little sparse still and rather odd-looking but it’s cool. I’d never really felt the breeze on my head before - hair was always in the way. Men have it lucky. In such a heatwave, there’s no room for vanity. Actually it never was vanity, it was more pragmatism - to avoid those uncomfortable or pitying stares that annoyed me. Now, with my lovely soft fuzz (I can sit and stroke it endlessly!) people can stare as much as they like. But no one has, or if they have I haven’t noticed. Bye bye wig. Our relationship was brief and I treated you badly, slinging you on the dressing table, shoving you in my handbag, tucking you in a shoe...but you were a particularly good wig and earned a lot of admiration. Maybe I’ll keep you for days when my hair needs a good wash!