Day two post chemo #3

Well, woke up pretty crappy and even the two lovingly cooked, fresh out of the pan pancakes didn’t impress me but as Dr Hands had let me sleep until 10am, the least I could do was eat these pancakes, take my tablets and drink my water.

The day went ok from there but boy I felt flat and worn out. I walked outside to see what the day was bringing to me as Dr Hands had now gone grocery shopping and ended up chatting with Nurse John next door and it was fabulous. Sitting out in the fresh, cool air but with a bit of sunshine was just what I needed. The chat was great too. He is from England but I forgive him for that because he is pretty cool.

Later that morning, I was putting some garbage into the bin and Summer came over yelling out Amanda (when had my name changed from Damanda to Amanda I wonder), she ran down my drive way to give me a huge hug and asked me to watch her carefully walk up the big dirt mound over the road.

These all seem like everyday simple things but these are the things we take for granted. This morning when I was forcing down my pancakes with lemon and sugar, I couldn’t imagine talking or seeing anyone but these two conversations, really made my day.

When we are full of health, a chat with the neighbours is just a chat with neighbours. When we aren’t so full of health, feeling quite poorly and nauseas, neighbours knowing what you are going through, take the time for a cuddle and a chat and leave me feeling alive again.

Dont get me wrong, I have so many amazing things going on in my life with this cancer bizzo but it is the normality of things that really gets me smiling on the shitty days.

Tomorrow is Dr Hands and My 7th Year anniversary but we celebrated tonight knowing that tomorrow might not be so good. He says every year, how about we do no gifts this year?? And every year I say ok and he goes and gets me gorgeous gifts. This year I bought him a new wallet because his has no skin left on it. It looked bloody awful everytime he took it out of his pocket so I bought him on of those safety ones that can’t scan his cards whilst inside the wallet.

He, the man who every year says no gifts and always buys me a gift bought me half a kilo of king crab claws **insert orgasm sounds and homer drawls** and a pair of beautiful white gold diamond earrings. Yeah right, no gifts huh Dr Hands.

I am seriously the luckiest, most fortunate woman on the planet I am sure. I have a Sam aka Dr Hands, amazing daughter and family and friends and now new friends via blog and cancer and facebook. And let us not forget the amazing squares that Postie Ashley keeps delivering from my amazing old and new and unknown friends.

Life is pretty darn good even during the tough times.

Me and my beautiful new earrings and yep, that would be a glass of bubbles to celebrate, hence the red cheeks and chest hehe. Might be dipping into that value pack from the chemist tonight woot woot hehe

Photo on 4-07-2015 at 6.23 pm #2

What Summer Said….

Sorry for a double up of posts today but I had to tell you about my quick conversation with Summer today.

You remember my four year old friend Summer right? Well, she popped over today with a delivery of jumpers for me from her Nan and we had a bit of a chat, we played with Brady (big white dog) and it was almost time for her to go when she realised I wasn’t wearing Miss Fluff (fake boob).

She asks me where my boob is today? I explained I couldn’t be bothered with it and went without it.

Then she asks if she can have a quick look. I said, not today Summer and if you know Summer the way I do, she doesn’t take the NO very well so she had the hands on her hips, scowl on her face and said in a very matter of fact voice, Just a quick look please.

Show I gave her a quick and brief look.

‘You have a crack in you!’ was her comment.

My scar is now a crack.

Summer had quite the giggle about this and off she ran home.

My Friend Summer

Sam and I have been fortunate enough to have been able to build a beautiful new home and we received the keys to this home on the 19th of December 2014. We had been living in the area for a few years in a rental house but I had yet to make any friends because I just wasn’t around the town enough to meet anyone. Working full time saw me often leave in the dark and return home in the dark. We didn’t go to the local football matches or cricket games and didn’t frequent the local pub beside the drive through. Yeah, I knew the guy at the bottle shop drive through pretty well.

Once we had our new home, we made many wonderful new friends and one of these new friends is Summer. She is pretty cool and often helped us keep up with our garden maintenance because she knew we just didn’t have time to get to it some days. She’d come over and water it wonderfully. She would always take the time to have a chat, she didn’t often invade the inside space of our home in the early days and I think that was to make sure she wasn’t pushing her friendship onto us too quickly.

She’d seen Sam building some raised vegetable gardens one day in the garage and she dropped what ever it was she was doing and came over to give him a hand. She must have known that sometimes you just need that extra person to build something like this.

Today, Summer came over for a chat because she knew I had recently had surgery and was home recovering.

I should mention, Summer is 4 and had just come home from kindy so she was a bit tired today but still took the time to come over see how I was. We chatted about general things and we then got out the colouring books and pencils. I was helping Sam at the time and Summer helped us before getting back to her colouring. Once Sam was no where to be seen, Summer asked how my boob was. Her words “is your boob sore?”. I said yeah, its still a bit sore but it is getting better. Summer follows this with, “the doctor cut your boob off didn’t he? But he put a band-aid on it so that will help it get better”. I just nodded because that was quite a bit of information but it certainly saved me having to explain it. Then came this question,

Summer: “Damanda (this is her name for me), can I have a look at your sore boob?”

Me: “Hmm I am not sure Summer, it isn’t a very nice thing to look at”.

Summer: “Damanda, I really would like to see it please.”

So I agreed. She already knew the boob had been ‘cut off’ so I couldn’t see what argument I could use that would satisfy her so I pulled up my top for her. She looked at it and then became a little confused.

Summer: “Where is your little boob Damanda?”

Me: “Um, what do you mean Summer? What is a little boob?”

Summer: “You know, the little boob… where is it Damanda? Where is your little boob?”

I was getting quite confused and Summer was getting quite frustrated with me. Summer is absolutely hilarious when she gets a bit cranky and has a very serious frown and she has her hands on her hips, she gets a stare as well that would break many a hardened person. So, as she can’t seem to explain what a little boob is, she shows me on herself. She promptly lifts up her top and points to her nipple and says, “This is a little boob Damanda, where is yours?”

So, I tell her that the doctor cut that off with my boob because it was sick and she is more concerned I don’t have a little boob than the fact my entire boob is gone and I am covered in bandages and I have a bloody tube coming out of my body! Geez, some friend she is turning out to be…

She then gets distracted because Sam comes back and is trying to get the antenna to pick up all of the chanels on the TV and Summer asks him to just get the kids chanel on please. On go the cartoons and I have a rest from talking about my sick boob.

Then, Sam is gone again and Summer has come up with some more questions and this time, she asks if she can see my other boob. I advised that I didn’t think that was very appropriate to be showing her my other boob and she says, not your real one but the soft one. Oh, she wants to see Miss Fluff. Her Nana has told her a lot about this situation I am in and I am glad for it because she is all over this and needs to know it all. Summer is one of those kids you can’t just brush off with a half hearted answer. She’ll catch you out and grill you.

As we start walking toward the bedroom I explain the other boob is a fake one and she starts pointing out all the fake things in my house like some pig statues are fake, my dog door stop is fake and we get to my bra and I pull out Miss Fluff. She isn’t very impressed with it and walks out.

Summer plonked on the couch and had one more question, where is my boob and little boob that the doctor cut off. I said they were in the bin. She accepted this answer and went on to watch the cartoons.

Oh, and get this! Summer says to me that her feet are cold and I told her that there is a blanket right next to her and to pop that on her feet. Here is her reply,

“I am not using that blanket, that is the dogs blanket!” There is a fair bit of disgust in her tone.

I tell her that it is not the dogs blanket but in fact, is mine and her response…

“Well, it smells like the dogs blanket!”

So, according to Summer, I am now the boobless lady with no little boob who lives across the road who’s blankets smell like the dogs.

I think I need new friends hehe

Just one more thing…..DRIPPY COMES OUT TOMORROW!! Yipppeeeeee **does a little dance**