It's me again - well nearly

It's been a strange week.
This time hasn't been as bad as the last, but still not pleasant.  The fog came down and my limbs felt like they were glued to the floor.  Aching all over, but no constant bone pain - the occasional twinge, but that didn't last long.  I was a good girl this time and took paracetamol, so I'm sure that helped.  No significant temperature this time either.  The usual stale taste and raging thirst, sensitive finger and toe nails, hands and feet.  One strange side effect is my teeth - they don't feel like they're mine, they don't seem to fit in my mouth properly (told you it's strange!).  Once all this starts to subside, I feel better, but seem to reach a plateau.  So, I still feel a bit rough and don't seem to improve for a while.  The extra special bit about this half of the treatment is the tears.  At the moment, I can cry for England.  Even if someone trips up on TV, I'm in floods of tears. I'm not sure if it's a side effect of the Docetaxel or just me at this stage of the game.  Most of the family have experienced wet shoulders and cheeks so far!  I hate this sh*t for what it's doing to me and my family and friends.

Mum was persuaded to go back home on Thursday instead of Sunday.  I'd looked at the weather on the Sky app on the phone when I woke up and there was a threat of snow in Cornwall on the Friday.  I checked with the met office when I got up and it was definitely a possibility.  Dad had already checked with us that, in the event of snow, we were able to put Mum up for longer as the cold spell is supposed to last for a couple of weeks at least.  After we were satisfied that Thursday would be ok for her to travel, she got herself sorted and set off.  Mum HATES the snow and won't walk in it, let alone drive in it.  I knew she'd prefer to be stuck in at home and Dad would miss her if she didn't go back.  She made it home no problem, although they'd had snow in Cornwall earlier on in the day.  Typically, they didn't have any on Friday.  Never mind, it didn't matter, as long as she got back ok.

It's freezing outside and I haven't stepped out of the door for over a week.  Today, however, my darling husband took me for a walk. I wrapped up warm - 2 hats, no makeup just lippy (ha ha - just read that back - I did wear warm clothes too!) and we walked alongside a beautifully frozen canal.  We only walked about a mile, but it was long enough and felt good.  On the way back, we stopped off at the shop and enjoyed hot chocolate and doughnuts when we got home (shared with the boys, Liv was out - no, still not at work).  Adam has managed to come down with a virus - cough, cold, temperature, so he's been dosed up and I'm trying to steer clear.  He has GCSE controlled assessments at school this week, so I hope he feels better soon.  Although, if the anticipated snow arrives on Tuesday/Wednesday, he won't be in school anyway.  Vaughan also has GCSE exams, so I don't know what will happen if school is closed.

Mr Tins is busying himself cooking duck breasts for tea (courtesy of Mum), the boys are doing their homework and we're waiting for Liv to grace us with her presence.  No tears from me since this morning, so the walk obviously did me good - either that or the cold has frozen my tear ducts......!