Got up this morning and decided to have a cuppa whilst waiting for the painkillers to kick in and before my shower etc.  During this GC rang and we had a good old natter for about an hour.  By the time I'd opened and read the post, it was near to 11:00.  Thought about staying in my pjs for a bit, but then took one look in the mirror, decided I looked too much of a state if anyone turned up and went upstairs to get ready.  (I have really short hair now, so why does it still end up in the morning looking like I've been dragged through a hedge backwards?!)

After exercises, shower, breakfast and looking less like a witch, I decided to let Chris and the parents know that my appointment to see the oncologist had come through - Wednesday 28th July at 16:15 - Dr Mancero's clinic (sounds like someone out of a spaghetti western!). I knew if I were to text them before breakfast, I'd never eat because they'd ring.  DadD rang first. Then spoke to Mum, who'd already looked the oncologist up on the internet, found her to be female (Susana) and had a list of her qualifications and current position at RUH!  Felt guilty then about my flippant comment re the spaghetti western. Let's hope she's as nice as my surgeon - I'll let you know.  Given that I'm seeing her on the 28th, I'm expecting my chemo to start week commencing 2nd August, all being well.  Makes me feel somewhat apprehensive - it's just my luck I'll feel wretched during this! Ok, ok, I hear you all - BE POSITIVE!

Liv came home at lunchtime, sat down for a bit and then went to bed!  She's off out to an 18th birthday party tonight (anyone want to take bets as to whether I manage to sleep before she gets home??).
While she was in bed and before the boys came home, I had a call from the Client Services Manager from the course I was on at Slimbridge, telling me I had passed the AMSPAR diploma with an overall distinction.  That's both diplomas passed then.  Informed her of my diagnosis (probably not very fair to her) and then broke down after coming off the 'phone.  Went upstairs and sobbed.  IT'S NOT FAIR! I was so looking forward to getting my results.  All that hard work and what for????  So I can get cancer as a reward!  It was supposed to be time back for me now, to enjoy the fruits of my labour, a renewed confidence, to relax with family and friends again. Ha!
That's better, needed that.  I knew it was due, but hadn't really had the chance.  Chris was concerned when he got home - his red eyed, puffy faced wife sat staring back at him.  Spirits soon lifted though, hearing about Chris' day at work and having the boys milling round, Livi getting ready to go out - real life took over.