August has been a month of many experiences; all good for the writing but very exhausting.
It started with a fun female day at the races, but that was really the last weekend of July so we started early. My daughter celebrated her the ending of her ‘single status’ on ladies’ day at Newcastle, with friends aunts and cousins. It wasn’t a ‘hen do’ because she didn’t want that but it was as near as damn it and we had a wonderful time with flowing bubbly and sunny weather.
My first chemo session loomed after this and, due to the fanatastic staff and modern medicine, it was fine. I had that wedding ten days later and looked anxiously in the mirror at my hair day after day. My consolation was that I had already chosen a real ‘mother of the bride hat’ She is my only daughter and I love a hat!
- A happy day
- As you can see, my hair was good enough to stay with me for the wedding and I was grateful to it for that. It isnt a major thing in the scheme of things, but having baldness thrust upon you is something that takes a bit of getting used to.
The other August happening was planned, but didnt seem the greatest of planning by the time it happened. Months ago, we decided to have a puppy. We wanted a pup after our holiday and while we could take it out over the summer and we found a Welsh terrier having pups that would be ready in August. The timing seemed fine but then I got breast cancer and our summer got busier!
After much thinking and discussion, those bottles of wine in France and the lovely dogs our hosts had helped soften OH, we decided to go ahead. What better reason to get up and get out, if’ you are feeling under the weather, than an energetic pup?
On the weekend before our anniversary we set off to a lovely hotel (it turned out to have its own Basil Fawlty!) and collected Oscar my best anniversary present by far. Returning home, on our actual anniversary, I had chemo 1. Luckily Id had the champagne at the weekend 🙂
So August has ended. The wedding went without a hitch; except for the groom forgetting the rings, doing a mad dash home for them and giving the guests a disquietingly long wait before he arrived just before his bride. When there was a reqest for the groom’s mobile number, some whispering started up until he rushed in.
Lots of relatives stayed and two days later I was kept in emergency care for four days with an infection white blood cells down and all the kissing and hugging that we Brits do nowadays. However, I lay back and thought it was all worth it, August 2012 has been one to remember.