Cancer 1 : Zig 0

As you can see I've stolen the heading from dear Kaz because there's no easy way to tell people and everyone has their problems - they're mostly just different.

I have ovarian cancer which I didn't discover until it was really quite advanced and inoperable - just thought I'd become plump! It wasn't until I couldn't breath properly because the tumour was restricting lungs (but not in them thank goodness) that I went to the GP, from the scan it was about 30cm! Bastard, I gave up chocolate for nothing!  Of course backache is also a classic symptom but who'd have thought that with my history?

They cover the chemo with a blue bag - I have no idea why!

I've had 2 lots of chemo - I reacted badly to the first lot and ended up within the hallowed walls of SDH via a midnight ambulance which wasn't as exciting as I'd imagined but they did have some jolly nice drugs on board. This put off the second (diff) chemo for a couple of weeks while I languished about trying to get stronger.  I had the 2nd chemo last Thursday and only time will tell whether it will react badly or do the biz - I feel reasonably alive and the tumour has definitely shrunk a little (I've lost 5 kg).  After the 3rd Chemo it may become operable, if not another round of chemo and a rethink.

Also, to add fun to the mix, I have moved out and live alone in a tiny wee witche's cottage - which has both it's ups and downs (2 staircases!).  It's a bit scary on my own coping with symptoms etc, but so much better than the life I had which turned out to be somewhat of a disappointment. That's it, 1 door 2 windows, 12 foot wide.

And in it there is:

Bertie Beans, Wiltshire Terrierist (copywrite Oz)

and Leo the pirate, Tiger and Dolce - we all just about fit.

Please forgive spelling mistakes, poor grammar and news - what can I say? I lurk about reading your fb and blogs when I can, I don't often feel up to commenting, which means, apparently I'm stalking!

It's a job :)

Linda xx

No O

Today I had an exciting medical procedure.  I had my brain, for indeed I do have one, scanned and monitored and generally investigated.

I tried desperately not to think about sex, but once I'd thought it I couldn't stop so I expect that bit of brain was active, unfortuanately much of the rest of it isn't, hence the tests.

When I had my back operation a year or so ago things became a bit exciting in there (so they tell me, I was asleep) and as a consequence it appears that I suffered hypoxia for longer than is good for a person.

This has manifested itself in a number of ways, surfice to say things are trickier now and not so amusing. It's a damn nuisance to a person that liked to laugh, and also, on special occassions,  to think.

SO tell us a joke please!

Mrs

The rain has been raining since the snow ceased. At first it froze, but now it is mud.

It is very little mud compared to the very unfortunate people of Brazil and Sri Lanka and Queensland to whom my heart goes out, and in comparison very little to complain about, but today it came over the top of my wellies.

It was not nice...

and it's still raining.

I don't have longer wellies.

That's all.

a learning curve

You know the champagne Moët et Chandon? Well did you know the the ‘t’ at the end of Moët is pronounced, mo-et as opposed to mo-ay.  I’m sure you probably did but being ignorant of such things I have always pronounced it mo-ay because that’s how Lady Jane in Lovejoy pronounced it when she exclaimed to Lovejoy “Good Lord, we’ve done a whole mo-ay”.

Well I had a bottle of M&S champagne on my desk today.  It was a late Christmas present for which I was very grateful.  I have no idea whether it is a good or even bad bottle, indeed can you have ‘bad’ bottles of champagne?  I have to admit I like champagne.  Whenever I go to a wedding or party where it’s served I always quaff as much as is seemly and then some.  Anyway I digress, this very lovely bottle sitting on my desk was commented on by the visiting chair of governors.

“Ah cheap champagne, never worth drinking” he quoth.

Smiling I said I was very happy with my gift and I wouldn’t be able tell it from a bottle of mo-ay.

“Oh ho ho ho” he exclaimed “it’s pronounced mo-et, the umlaut over the ‘e’ makes the ‘t’ sound because it’s a Dutch name.”

Then he said “Even if you only want a gulping champagne you can only really start with a Bollinger”.

So these are the things I’ve learned today, how to pronounce Moët and what a fucking pretentious twonk I have to work with.

a quetion

why are the good people dying all of a sudden?

is it 20 11?

I thought I might have something to say but find that on reflection I don't.

Sorry.