Three years since I have came home from hospital with my peg feed after my sepsis. It has been a learning curve of a journey with great deal of highs and lows. I’m very fortunate to have a fantastic support network; the lifesaving NHS staff, including hospital consultants/nurses/dieticians, GP surgery, home visit team, CENT team and my excellent regular community visits I could not do without from my district nurses; amongst other things they deal with my dressings, peg feed and administer my lanreotide, the emotional support they offer is invaluable.
One of the members of the CENT team comes to see me on a regular basis. I get weighed, we discuss how life has been for me. How I have been , what meds I’m on and what feeds are going down my peg. They are always on the end of the phone if I feel the need to talk in between visits or if I have a question/queerie/worry. A great friendly bunch.
Kat from the CENT team at Edinburgh’s Royal Infirmary came to see me on Monday. We had a good chat and discussed my feeding regime and the speed of the pump. I told her the great news that we managed a wee break to Ibiza. My son Stuart telephoned the airline and told them about my medical condition and that I needed the pump feed and 4 bottles of 500ml per day and 5 bottles of 300mls per day – working out to quite a weight. The airline agreed to give me free 30 kg baggage there and back. Certainly cannot complain about that. After our general discussions I stood on the scales. Not happy; either of us. I’m 3kg lighter than when I came home with the peg feed fitted 3 years ago. I could have cried. I could tell Kat knew I was disappointed, I couldn’t hide it. Kat mentioned how well the tpn worked when I was in hospital. I agreed, that was what saved me and put on the weight when I had my sepsis. She recommends that she writes to my consultant and let him know and suggest that I get a central line – picc or hickman and get home tpn as well as my peg. Got my cardiologist in December and see my consultant after the year; will discuss this weightloss and eating regime then.
For most people the 10th of the month won’t mean very much. But for us folks lucky enough to be involved with The Ann Edgar Charitable Trust (TAECT) up here in Edinburgh we have chosen to have our Net Natter get togethers on the 10th of the month. The meetings don’t only take place in Edinburgh, amongst other places folk get together in Aberdeen and Glasgow.
NET Natter Meetings are informal support meetings which offer an opportunity to meet with others in the (reasonably) local area who are affected by Neuroendocrine tumours and carcinoid syndrome – patients, carers, friends and family.
I’m particularly looking forward to going to this support group today. Since I haven’t seen most of my chums from the group since I organised the music event to raise money for the charity in November. Its these guys that understand how I feel at times, take time to listen. Don’t get me wrong not that other friends and family don’t offer love, support and give great advice at times , but the mutual understanding of fellow ‘netters’ is rather unique.
Since I have been involved with TAECT I’ve had a fairly bumpy ride; in and out of hospital. The usual scans and blood tests. Trips to The Royal Free Hospital in London. Nasal Gastric tube insertion. Gastrostomy tube insertion. Sepsis, with ten week stay in hospital. During all this, amongst other things, the guys I’ve met at the meetings have messaged and telephoned me to see how I am. Visited me at home. Visited me in hospital. Helped me organise the successful tea party. And much more…….
Since November our life has been pretty hectic. My hubby, Steve, who always supports me, is by my side regardless. Has had 5 operations on his eye to try save the sight. Steve has had a detached retina. It has been problematic and not gone the way it should. Here we are in April five operations later and hoping that he will only need to wait another 8 weeks and then get one more surgery.
Needless to say we have found life fairly difficult. After surgery Steve is restricted in driving, after one week as long as he doesn’t get double vision and he can pass the vision test he can drive. This helps a great deal, both physically and emotionally.
Tomorrow morning I have Evelyn my nurse coming to the house to change my dressings and service my peg feed. It will be so good to say to her that we have been to the Net Natter meeting.
Its the start of the weekend I’m in my own home and boy am I glad to be so. A few weeks ago I was in hospital with yet another infection. It started of I wasn’t feeling too good, said to my nurse I felt horrid, my tummy began to swell, my temp rose, the leakage that came out of around my peg site increased, the smell began to get really offensive. My energy became non existent. I visited my GP, within 2 hours I was in hospital. Before I knew it connected to IV drip and on IV antibiotics. I was feeling absolutely awful, could hardly put one foot in front of the other. The familiar face of SPB came to my bed. He is the surgeon that put my gastrostomy tube in two years ago. Lavita has been a lifesaver and fed me on demand. After blood tests, X-rays, scans and careful discussion with the surgeon and the wonderful dieticians Bev and Marion it was decided it was time to change the tube.
Im not going to lie, I was bloody nervous at the thought of getting lavita taken out and another tube put in. The nurse came to tell me that I was getting my tube changed later that day. just after lunch I could hear a familiar Irish mans voice outside my bedroom. A few minutes later the doctor popped his head round the door, remember me Elizabeth? He said. How could I forget. He was the doctor that took out my jej extension. I have faith in him. My nervousness left me and I felt calm. How could I forget, I replied. He changed my gastrostomy tube. I’m not saying it was plain sailing. Mainly due to the infection, I had a lot of tummy pain and there was quite a lot of discharge and blood. There was a lot of tugging and pulling. The burning gastric acid from my stomach was trickling down my skin, it hurt like hell. He mopped it up very quickly. The saliva was running down my gums, yet my lips and mouth felt dry. We agreed that a larger circumference tube would go in this time, in the hope that there will be less leakage. We have moved up a size and a half and its fitted perfectly. I was in hospital for 5 days, and got well looked after, support from dieticians, nursing staff, and doctors fantastic.
Its took me a while to get on my feet since getting out of hospital. I have been very tired, in fact super exhausted to be exact. Regular things have taken a back seat and gosh have I missed it all. In particular not having the granddaughters at the house as often. A couple of weeks before I went into the hospital our house was full of laughter of two beautiful granddaughter’s. Our 17 month old princess was running up and down the hall saying Papa Papa, Broom Broom – she is desperate to go sit on her grandfather’s motorcycle. Grace calls from the kitchen Bella Boo to one of our labs. The girls are away on a two week holiday at the seaside. Gosh I miss their visits.
Since I have been home, I am getting my regular visits from my nurses. Getting my tube maintained, The balloon water changed. My dressings changed. Working hard on building up the old stamina 🙂
The one important thing that needs to be done next is find a name for my new tube. Its a balloon gastrostomy that feeds me through a pump directly into my tummy. Im attached to the feed 20 hours out of 24 every day. This prevents me having a hypo and helps me maintain my weight. My wonderful hubby has bought me a lovely new Michael Kors leather backpack to put my pump in, it means I can be attached to my feed, carry it on my back and still be ‘fashionable’ as well as carry other essentials with me.
If you have any suggestion of a name for my new tube, please comment. All suggestions, comments welcome.
Wow its been a while since my fingers have tapped out a post. To say I haven’t jotted down anything would not be true. However, everything I have written recently has been very personal and Im not quite ready to share these thoughts.
It’s the beginning of July the last post was published in March. Quite a lot has gone on in my life in the last 4 months. The puppies have all grown, and gone to new homes. They have left a footprint on my heart – they were jolly hard work but oh so lovely to have. We kept one from the litter. A stunning young lady. We named her Bess. And yes she is turning out to be just we hoped; a great combination of mum, Bella and dad, buddy. Bess is already taking note to sit and wait when nurse Evelyn is attending to me. She is intrigued in all the help that a grown up Labrador parent can be.
We had the honour of attending and celebrating Sophie’s first Holy Communion in May. What a wonderful day that was. Alexandra and Grace were ever so happy to get into their dresses and drive through to Glasgow. What a day to remember. So happy, full of laughter and love. Quite a memory.
Sophie trying to beat Stuart’s time completing the rubix cube.
Sophie with Alexandra and Grace at her Holy Communion Celebration.
I felt far from my best in the last few months. Seen my consultant, dietician, several hospital visits. My wonderful nurses come to the house and cater to my needs. I’ve lost weight which is a bit of a bummer. My gastrostomy tube snapped which was slightly annoying- lovely staff from the hospital came out straight away with a new part. Now that’s what I call service. There has been a fault with the batch – there has been a run on broken tubes 😂
On the 10th of each month I get the chance to meet up with net cancer patients. Through the charity The Ann Edgar Charitable Trust. We have a great time blethering away, sharing stories. 10th June my sister hazel drove me to haddington to meet up with the others for a coffee on a Saturday afternoon. July 10th Steve and I went in style on steves BMW motorcycle to the evening meeting. The meetings help me a great deal. They give an opportunity to talk, share experience and most important be YOU. Looking forward to the next one.
As usual the run up to my injection was met with even more trips to the bathroom. Bowels working in overdrive. The day my nurse suggested I get incontinence pads delivered, I was a tad reserved, now I couldn’t do without them. Before I started getting the jab every three weeks I had total uncontrollable running to the loo, more than ten times per day every day. Now its greatly reduced. On a really good day, its three times a day, the week before my injection is due I’m met with a rapid increase of visits to the little room. This week as well as my usual company of my companion dog, Buddy. We had Bella getting up with us too. Bella is our 4 year old labrador retriever. Who is heavily pregnant. And lets just say the puppies were moving around in a way that she couldn’t hold the loo in for too long. Poor girl.
The night before my injection Bella starts getting even more restless, comes to me and gives me a big hug, goes into her large birthing box bed and starts digging the bed to make it comfortable. She is going to go into labour. Boy its going to be a long night. Bella starts to pant and shows all signs of first stage labour and then second stage.
At 0045am the first pup is born a little girl. She is a perfect fox red labrador retriever. Just like her daddy. Bella is so good, bites through the sack, cleans the little one up and welcomes her into the world. I give Bella a reassuring cuddle. And make sure the little and Bella are ok. They are. I take a photograph of them, I tell Steve first of course, and then send proud messages of the exciting first birth. My friend Louise lives three miles from me and asks if she can come and observe Bella giving birth and be of any assistance to me. She is there for the rest of the litter delivery.
By 0725am there are 8 puppies born into the world. Steve comes in to see Bella and is there for pup number 9 and 10. Bella feeds the puppies and a big rest. Despite being on cloud nine and so happy I’m shattered and feel like I can hardly put one foot in front of the other. I get myself washed and dressed my nurse will be here this morning to check over my gastrostomy tube, change my dressing, and give me my lanreotide injection.
10am my nurse Evelyn walks through the door. At first Bella barks, only until she realises who it is. Evelyn pops her head into the room to view the pups, and then walks along the hall. She scrubs up and then does all the needful for me. As my faithful labrador retriever, Buddy, sits by my side and watches everything my nurse does. I get ready for this painful deed to get done. Tummy first I think she says. The soiled dressing taken off, site all cleaned, helan cream and cavilon applied. And then my nice new clean dressing put on, carefully with tape not to touch my skin and cause a reaction. Evelyn then picks up my lanreotide injection. I get this every 21 days. Its your left side this time she says as I slip down my knickers. I then have to work out which way to lie so evelyn can inject my left buttock, I have enough problems with this at the best of times, put lack of sleep into the mixture and we have a recipe for disaster. I was this way and that way on the sofa. Evelyn said, just a minute and listen to me and then lie down likeI tell you, it worked a treat. As she administered the injection of lantreotide buddy sat a few feet away watching all, making sure all was good. Which it was. All done. Everything put in the sharps box. A good discussion between me and my nurse, as always. Notes written.
Steve calls my name along the hall. I take myself along inviting my super nurse with me. Bella is having a contraction, and as in previous seems to want me to work with her as a team. I rub her tummy and reassure her that I am by her side. Come on Bella, one big push for mummy, I say to her. I can see her body contracting, the pain in her eyes. My lovely dog looks so tired. I can see a little tail appearing and a foot, one last push Baby belle. And so she did. Out comes the most beautiful little puppy. Puppy number 11. Bella is exhausted, I hold it while Bella bites the chord, cleans him vigorously, suddenly a little squeal comes from the puppy. Bella wags her tail. He is perfect and she is happy. Puppy number 11 was born at 1118am. What a team, you both make. Evelyn says to me. I feel very proud. Bella gave birth to 8 boys and 3 girls. I’m so pleased that things have gone well. My dog is well, her puppies are healthy and of a good size. Buddy, the daddy, watches on eagerly, I know he is desperate to play with the little fella’s.
My nurse managed to see the puppy being born, she got more than she bargained for on her home visits for this Thursday. I certainly do not doubt that she has eventful days but I guess she doesn’t have puppies making an entrance into the world very often.
One thing and another its been a busy week. Started with a visit to the GP on Monday, she is perturbed that despite I’m on my new super duper feeding regime through Lavita, my gastrostomy feed that Marion from the CENT team has carefully worked out for me and I am getting food pumped into me 20 hours per day, I still have an underweight BMI and haven’t gained an ounce. I’ve got that bloody awful feeling that I need a kick up the ass, I could lie on the floor and curl up in a ball and sleep. The Doc was also very concerned with the fact that I have difficulty with once of the most important things – getting washed. Our shower is over the bath, between my poor co-ordination, spontaneous hy0pogleamia, the pain I get and my gastrostomy tube climbing over the bath has caused many accidents: resulting in severe bruising and a hurt pride. Long and short of my GP visit: bloods taken, my steroid replacements have been increased for the time being, I have to visit her again soon. We need to get the bathroom sorted.
Its lanreotide week and boy do I know it. The bowels are flowing more than normal and for the third time the urgency at 3am disturbs my poor sleeping hubby. Buddy sits quietly at my feet, replacing the lovely warm slippers that I had no time to put on.
Evelyn, one of the nurses comes in on Thursday morning. The dogs are happy to see her. They know the routine and watch all that is going on. She looks at the two of them and says well you will have a wee wait on your ‘doggy mars bar’ today.Got a lot to get through with yourMummy. Gastrostomy site tackled first. Dressing taken off, all cleaned, the necessary done, new dressing on. Skin checked and other issues addressed. Then onto my lovely injection of lanreotide. It may be a big pain in the butt and cost the NHS a small fortune but it a godsend to me. My diahrea has reduced from over ten times a day to 3. And those awful flushes have greatly reduced. The run up to the injection the symptoms get more problematic but nothing like before I started getting it. I really wish it had a magic formula and helped with the malabsorption. Injection in, all sharps in appropriate box etc.
Evelyn takes a pew. Pulls out a white folder and talks to Steve and I. Remember last week I asked you some questions and you did well, she said. That was a base line for us for your mental awareness. Steve made an off the cuff funny remark and we laughed. Yes you can only go downhill she said. No onto some physical questions. It was all very thorough. Asking me questions such as can I roll over in bed. Do I need help with washing and showering. A great deal of emphasis on my meds, eating, all the personal issues such as my bowel habits, aids I need and use, what I can manage and what I CAN’T. As always Evelyn was super efficient; making me feel so comfortable and at ease and still managing to get all the appropriate essential information that has to get detailed down. The nurse is an angel she goes above the call of duty.
It was good Steve was here for all the discussion. Evelyn already knows how much I rely on him and how difficult things are such as showering, setting up feeds, getting my medication organised – we didn’t need to go into the nitty gritty.
The outcome; I’m an at risk patient. BMI far too low. At risk of falls. Has pain. Risk of infection. I dolly daydream into a daze, I furniture walk without realising it. The one thing I certainly cannot do is get up of the floor on my own. Give me a piece of furniture or better still my devoted strong man – Steve. I love this man 💕💕
I had an appointment at the Western General Hospital with a consultant I have never seen before. The Team she is with is The PACT Team. This is Patient Experience and Anticipatory Care Plan Team. The main purpose of the meeting was to discuss my health problems and for the consultant to take notes and later write up a care plan which can be accessed by A & E staff and out of ours doctors, to better understand my health problems and my preferences. Once the plan is written up a copy will be sent to my consultants, my GP and myself.
It was rather a daunting experience, chatting about any possible imminent admission to hospital. The consultant was lovely, and she explained everything. It gave me every opportunity to talk and ask questions. We discussed what brings me into hospital and what is best for me and what staff would benefit from knowing. She asked me some very personal questions and I gave her truthful answers. It was easy to chat to her, she was kind and caring. She turned the computer screen round so I could see what was type written about me. There it was in black and white: various medical conditions that affect every day life. Just for a moment it was once again like hitting that brick wall. I looked at the screen the words were a blur. Seconds later we were chatting…………
Do I think I will benefit from the care plan? Hell, Yes!! The Doc took note of all the problems; e.g. carcinoid syndrome, profound hypoglycaemia, labile blood pressure, gastrostomy feed tube (leaks), poor co-ordination, photosensitivity, hydrocortisone replacement therapy, lanreotide injections every 21 days etc. etc, etc. And she made a note of what staff need to have available for me. Fingers crossed Im not in anytime soon.
Eleven months ago I switched from nasogastric tube feeding to gastrostomy tube. After a lengthy stay and several other stays in hospital with complications, sepsis and months of continual leakage. It is apparent that the surrounding area is never going to totally heal. The health professionals have tried their best. I am lucky to have such a dedicated team. We have tried many different creams, ointments and dressings. My tummy at times resembles an active volcano and erupts a molten lava of gastric fluid leaving my skin red raw, blistered and very sore. After the trial and error of creams the best one and the one to stay is the cavilon lollipops. They act as a barrier, and its a wonderful life saver I can tell you. As for the dressings, well many have been tried and tested. At one point I looked like I had been shot. I was covered from my breasts to my waist. The nurse on the ward thought it best to keep it all sealed. This didn’t work, after several dressings later, we realised I am allergic to micropore, elastoplast, dressings, and good old fashioned crepe bandage. The dressing that worked was the foam dressing. A hole was cut in the dressing and it was wrapped round my peg. The only trouble with this is the amount I leak out. The dressing takes the leakage but after a time it starts to sit on the dressing and then build up on my tummy.
My nurse, Evelyn, that comes in and changes my dressing at home noticed this. Evelyn is a dog with a bone. One day she came in with a booklet and a different dressing.
Do you fancy giving this a go? She asked me. Can only give it a try was my answer.
So she sat me down and we went through the booklet together, she demonstrated how she was folding the dressing and how she was going to apply it. This dressing is designed to absorb the leakage. And guess what – it does it so well 🙂 I have even noticed a reduction in the odour. The combination of the barrier and the new dressings, my skin is much improved. Its far from perfect and it will always leak. But with the perseverance of Evelyn on the look out for a more suitable dressing life has become more bearable and a tad less painful. Cant see me shifting from the Keramax dressings in a hurry. And as for my nurse well she is a star.
Well it’s nearly 2am and I’m wide awake. It’s been a great day. Today was our 30th wedding anniversary and we are in Boat of Garten, near Aviemore to celebrate. I can hear two very familiar sounds. The first is the whiring of my feed pump, the other -rumbling snoring; my hubby, Steve, this gasping pup pup sound coming methodically from him. I wake up often at this time, giving me the opportunity to reflect on what’s going on in my life.
I’ve had two lovely nights in Aberdeen with Steve. We were staying in a lovely hotel, went to a great party to celebrate the 60th birthday of his cousin, Annette and the 30th birthday of her son Lee. Great seeing the family and spending time with Steve’s aunt Margaret and her children. Steve’s sister Julie, Nicole and jack are here too. Lovely quality family time; had a super family meal and went back to cousin Jimmy and Teresa’s for a visit. Steve and I had some time on own too, the drive through Aberdeen for me set of many childhood memories. My aunt lived in Aberdeen and we visited often. As we drove passed Duthie Park my heart leapt and I can remember it as if it was yesterday playing in the hot sun with my mum, granny Baird and auntie Nellie. I yearn so to take my grandkids there, share my happiest times with them. The time went so fast over the weekend. After breakfast we popped in to see auntie Margaret. She was telling us about manuka doctor honey. And how it helps health conditions for some people. She brought the jar through to show us, steve took a photo of it. We have since looked it up and we can purchase it at Holland & Barrett for £28.99 and get a second jar for 1penny. We are going to give it a try. For a lady of eighty years of age she is marvellous. When I was there I had my backpack feed on. She was open and asked me about it. I wish there were more people would ask when they really want to know. I really don’t mind answering the questions. You tend to find its children and people over the age of 75 that ask.
Our anniversary day was wonderful. Drive from Aberdeen to boat of Garten was delightful. We drove passed the lecht ski centre, one of my old haunts. For me so strange to see it covered in Heather rather than snow. A warm welcome awaited us at our beautiful hotel, we have a garden room, so somewhere to sit out with a pot of tea 😘. A huge six foot wide bed – could do with that at home. We literally dropped our bags and drove into Aviemore. We were booked on the strathspey steam railway for first class afternoon tea. What a great journey we had. Our own we private compartment, pot of tea, coffee, and lots of lovely food. I thought this would be a great treat for Steve, since he is always running about after me, working so hard with his business and rarely gets time just to sit and watch the world go by. And we both love the idea of the steam train. An hour an a half of relaxation was wonderful. I’m sure it did the two of us the world of good. We had parked the car about a five minute walk from the train. As we were walking back, I said to Steve I needed to go to the toilet. We immediately saw a tesco – bingo, that will do, I was bursting now, thank goodness I had an insurance policy on. Steve put his hand gently on my shoulder you are too close to the edge of the road he said as a large lorry rumbled passed feeling like it was about to take of my nose. At last the green man, we could cross. Yes, they had customer toilets. Thank,goodness. Oh the relief.
We came back to the hotel at 5pm for a rest before going downstairs for a wee while at dinner time. I sat on the decking with a pot of tea, it was was a lovely day and at 5.10pm it was 19 degrees – in Scotland, nearing the end of August that’s pretty good. Sitting watching the world go by, soaking in the atmosphere, beautiful. Suddenly a wave washed over me and I could feel a chill to my bones. The wee voice was saying watch you don’t get overtired now – you have done much more than you are used to. The tummy started rumbling, get to the loo woman and deal with it. I said to myself, it’s your blasted anniversary. So I did. A beauty of a major explosion in the bathroom – the sweat running down my back with the pain. Along with my teatime medication I took extra anti sickness pills. I lay on the bed for twenty minutes with Steve. Much better.
We had a wonderful evening downstairs. Gosh, not a late night for us though. We went down at 6.30pm and we were back in our room at 8.15pm. Before we came to our room we walked round a beautiful community garden opposite the hotel. Lovely way to finish off the evening. Back in our lovely room, we had time to relax and planning our Tuesday.
We have to make sure we get plenty time to do my creams, dressings, medications and my feed. Two 500mls on the pump overnight, one or two 500mls during the day depending and 4 bolus feeds during the day. Steve is very organised and methodical when it comes to my medication. He sorts it all out first thing in the morning, puts it in little pots and transfers if medicine containers if we are going out.
Looking forward to today. We are meeting my sister hazel and brother in law alan. Going up in fenicular railway.
Well today its my birthday. I am half a century – the big 50. Many folk hide their age, dread being fifty and pretend their younger than they are. Me, I’m happy to be here. I feel privileged to say I have hit such a milestone. My fortieth decade was a mixed one. There was many happy events, lots of love and laughter which keeps me going. However, I also had to face a few difficult life challenging times which were so difficult.
I had many occasions to have cause for celebration. Both my sons attended university in this decade furthered their education. Our delightful labradors, Buddy and Bella came into our lives; the unconditional love they give is amazing, I really can’t imagine my life without the hairy beasties. We delivered a litter of puppies from them, and have kept in touch with puppies and owners. Now made some lovely friends. Some wonderful children have been born in the last ten years who are really close to my heart. There have been a few very happy weddings. I have mad many new friends. Need I go on. Life is precious and for living, it is all too easy to get bogged down with our problems. On a personal level Steve and I are as much in love as we were when we were teenagers. I believe this is my weapon – Love.
The one thing I am certain is in the last ten years I felt loved. The first five years were very difficult, I suddenly lost 3 stone in weight, felt very ill, and no-one seemed to know why was wrong with me. It took a while to get my health situation sorted out, but with the love of Steve, the boys and my parents I felt secure. I’ve had a few hairy moments been in hospital with septicaemia for 7 weeks, and boy was that scary. Now got my gastrostomy tube fitted. Life isn’t always easy with a stoma. Ive been admitted with several infections. However, its much better than it was, I have a fantastic medical team and nurses that come to the house which is fantastic. And I’m still here to tell the tale and thats whats important.
The second half of my forties were slightly more challenging than the first emotionally. Amongst other things: A very close uncle died, my youngest son had extensive brain surgery, my Mum died, my eldest son had meningitis, hubby had eye surgery for detached retina. But you know what we got through it all. The boys are doing well. Steve still has problems, and only had surgery last week again, but the brave bugger is dealing with it the only way he knows – full of courage – like a lion. It will be three years on the 9th August that Mum passed. I miss her every day. We had one of those relationships that we spoke or text every day. Mum wouldn’t want me moping around. She was a great character, a beautiful woman that I looked up to and admired.
One day in the consulting room at the hospital my professor handed me a card. It was for the NET Tumour Support Group that I now meet regularly with. . We have all became great friends. Sadly, one of the friends that I was very fond of passed away last year. However, I would rather have spent time with her, laughed, cried, etc, even for one year and then felt the pain of her loss than not have met her at all. we all meet regularly every month and have a great time. Its not doom and gloom, we meet at each others house or in the pub. Partners, friends, carers go too. You can have a look at the charity’s website to see what work they do: www.taect.scot I’m looking forward to helping organise the tea party in Pencaitland in November for NET Cancer Day.
I’ve had cards delivered for my 50th birthday. Including cards from friends in the Net group which is lovely. One of my friends in the group, Barbara was very thoughtful, because my eating is restricted, she made me a flower birthday cake. I could have cried, its so beautiful.
Looking forward to spending my 50’s with Steve. Doing what I enjoy. Taking photos, writing, cuddling my labs, crafting, etc. My big aim is to get back into baking and cooking, just because I’m not eating as I did doesn’t mean I should stop what I love. I got a beautiful mixer last year and boy is it going to get its ass worked off now that I have got over that hurdle. Have a great weekend guys. After Ive finished my treatment today My hubby is taking me to The Edinburgh Festival tonight and tomorrow night. Tonight its Craig Hill, tomorrow its Nina Conti