I'm so pleased to discover my last treatment will be Apr 7 not the end of April as originally thought. So as a reward for my shitty year, we fly to London that night for two weeks. A fitting reward I think, for what I've put up with since January 2007. I hope I'm up to a big trip again. We'll attend a wedding April 12 so I have time to get over jet lag before then (I hope.) We'll spend a week with Ted's 88-year-old mum who is overjoyed. Then a week in Chiswick (west London) with my sister. From there we'll be able to see both families. I have my final oncology appt Apr 25 so we have to be back by then.
As you can see I did get out skiing ten times this year. Ted is still waiting to see a surgeon about his knee so ramped up another ski-less season.
I can't say how much I'm looking forward to NOT driving up to Tom Baker Cancer Centre every 3 weeks (or oftener.) Still get very tired - like today I am going out this evening, so have to have a little nap in the afternoon! The allergic reactions to the immunotherapy seem to be resulting in hay-fever-like symptoms but I hope, like the cough, they will go away eventually. I'm still losing finger and toe nails due to the toxic chemo drugs, and the mouth sores still stop me from really enjoying a range of foods and, more especially, wines! The good news - I can drink champagne and icewine and eat salmon caviar! And this week, I've consumed a fair number of chocolate eggs and bunnies...
