28.5.16

My last few days before I'm incarcerated!
Today i have been to Castle Point to get a few last minute items i may need for my 'stay'. Athletes foot cream, a new problem for me. You'd think 'they' would realise i have enough to contend with with Lymphoma without adding a foot issue. A couple of t shirts. Some M&S food as a treat before the taste buds just up and leave.  I was gonna get a new nightie and undies but why get them just for a hospital stay.
Then on my return, i flaked out on the sofa in front of Escape to the Country. Thats wishful thinking!
Then i decided to 'do something'. When i come home i won't be up to doing much so what needs doing?
The summerhouse. Last time i went in there, with Rachel, i noticed lots of cobwebs and debris on the floor.
I have just blitzed it. Now don't take that too literally. I blitzed it as much as i was able. Sweat was dripping down the back of my freshly sprouting head. Unfortunately a few spiders were sucked up the hoover, i apologise. Only daddy long legs type spiders, in case Rachel is reading this. She's an arachnophobe. Cushions have been plumped. Surfaces wiped. A perfect little hideaway for when I'm let back into the community!
So going back to my last paragraph.....yes i have hair. Its about a cm long all over. Such a shame its gonna fall out again in the next week. And heres a photo of me. Lets see what i look like each week while I'm in hospital.

Sunday. Out for lunch with a friend, then he took me to The Range to buy a gazebo so i can recline under it when I'm released. Then round to Lyns for a BBQ. Sadly we had just had a roast dinner at The Kings Arms so a BBQ with no food, that would be greedy. Then back home for a coffee before he went off with a key so he can let himself in and erect my gazebo when its delivered.
All i gotta do is leave hospital and my gazebo will be up and running!
Monday.  Met up with Miss Linzi for a caesar salad and a chat. Then home to try and imagine what I'm gonna need over the next few weeks. Ive been given a few pointers for my admission from a fellow sufferer. He's a step further on from me having just gone through an allogeneic transplant where he received his sisters stem cells. He's on the road to recovery (7 months on) but still has issues. My respect for him and his journey is immense.  He has just told me the story of a man who has just raised £100k for Anthony Nolan. He has a rare form of Lymphoma that isn't usually treatable but he's just endured an auto and allo transplant almost back to back. Im lost for words. Is there a word bigger than respect?
Tuesday. Visited Julie for a slice of her wonderful lemon drizzle cake, and for a chat. I was explaining my next bout of treatment and mentioned how i had to have ice chips on the 6th day with the 'mango flan' drug. There was a look of confusion. She only thought i meant ice chips of the McCain variety! Now she may be tip top when it comes to grammar and spelling,  in fact downright critical of others mistakes,  but physics and the solid state of water is defiantly (definitely spelt/spelled wrong for her benefit, another of her pet hates) not her thing. She obviously never watched Titanic!
And tomorrow is Wednesday.
I will try and remember something my fellow sufferer Andy told me.
EACH SECOND THAT PASSES IS A SECOND CLOSER TO GOING HOME.
See you tomorrow where attempts will be made to save my life!