Blondes Have More Fun?

Upon arriving for my final chemotherapy treatment, all the nursing staff on the unit cheered and congratulated me, which was a lovely gesture and made me feel elated that my treatment was going to finally be over! The week went as well as usual and there were even a few funny incidences! Late the first night Mum went to the car to fetch her sleeping bag, which was in a bin bag and got stopped by security, asking her what was in the bag, if she was a visitor and where she was going!

Later on we finally set up camp for the night; I plugged in my electric toothbrush, phone charger and iPad – all the essentials! Meaning there almost wasn’t a spare one for my chemotherapy pump!

We had a few issues with the camp bed in terms of putting it up. Mike the male nurse eventually assisted us and promptly lay on it to test it out as it was a new model he’d never seen before. So I asked him if he was coming to the sleepover, to which he replied he’d get his pyjamas! 
 
I was on a four bed bay this time and felt like I was in a goldfish bowl one day, with a mass amount of visitors appearing on the unit, who were even taking photographs! They were obviously on some guided tour!
Leaving the ward after my final stay, I felt a mixed bag of emotions – relief and elation but combined with sadness for those other patients I was leaving there, who have become friends in this last year. A week later I was back though to deliver cards and cakes as a special thank you to the hospital team who have supported and cared for me over this past year. I will be back at hospital for my first scans in October and I have an appointment with my Oncologist, Dr Spooner two weeks later to discuss the results and plans for scans hereafter.

I went to collect my new wig a couple of weeks ago too! It’s completely different to the first one I had – people aren’t recognising me! A honey blonde colour, very long and a side fringe – only having a side fringe is definitely taking some getting used to, but I’m extremely happy with it and feel so lucky to have been offered another one.

Now treatment has finished it’s finally time to start packing up and making tracks back to Wales, until I get back on my feet - I’m definitely ready for a dose of normality. Packing has commenced at the Brummy pad and we plan to move at the beginning of October. Florence says she’s winding down her duties and must hastily hit the shops before rural life suppresses her addiction! Dad tells us there’s going to be some new rules when she gets back home, but he’s yet to inform us what they actually are!