24/12/2010. Christmas Eve and I awoke feeling very sluggish. The flu was lingering and I was also aware that the Chemotherapy effects are cumulative, nothing disastrous but everything is just a “bit more” than the first time. Peanut had to work Christmas Eve from 5 until 9 on Christmas Morning so she was with me during the day which was great. We tidied the house a little bit but basically had a very lazy day.
Carl and Amelia were coming down later so Peanut prepared a chicken curry for us, which was great. The Elf and Fandango duly turned up and Elf took command in the kitchen to finish off the curry. It all went rather well and the three of us just chilled on good food and watched a bit of tele. I was made up having them there with me as in truth I don’t think I was in the right mood to be alone on Christmas Eve. Elf had loads of presents for every body and was dying to get started but we insisted on waiting for Christmas Day when Peanut the Birthday Girl would be home.
25/12/2010. Merry Christmas Everybody! I awoke very early with the Chemo Munchies! I was starving hungry and feeling very tingly in my feet and fingers. I needed food but I knew that cold milk and Weetabix would be too cold for my throat. It’s weird but it sets it off tingling like mad! Porridge then… A cup of porridge and a cup of milk or water in a covered bowl for 2 minutes. Yep done that. Then remove cover and go again for two minutes. Yep done that. Ting! Leave standing for two minutes. Ok so I make tea. Open the Microwave and gaze in amazement at the war zone. Porridge everywhere except in the the Goddamn bowl!
This could have made me miserable but hey ho, I scooped the few dregs that were left in the bowl into a dish and managed with that. Carl and Amelia were up in good time too and before long Birthday girl arrived at exactly 9.30. Now the day begins!
Within two minutes Peanut coming inside we were all opening presents. The Elf is, it has to be said an excellent present getterer. In 2009 we had all gone to Brugges for a weekend and we stumbled upon a Steiff Bear shop. I fell in love with a little bear called Edgar who lived in his own little suitcase and I wanted to buy him as a surprise for Peanut. Unfortunately I did not get chance to sneak back to the shop. Today, an Elf had tracked down an Edgar and now me and Mrs P have a lovely Edgar Steiff bear keeping guard in our bedroom. Ace present Number One!
Peanut meanwhile had got pyjamas – her first ever pair and also a Minnie Mouse Nightie which somewhat incongruously perhaps is a very shapely and slinky number indeed. We likes muchly! Her son Dunc and his wifelet Laura had got a very pretty pendant for her too, which tied on a ribbon, and I have to say I was very taken with that too. Peanut was doing well!
Meanwhile Carlos was busy opening seventeen pairs of identical white Calvin Klein undies. Fine I thought with the quizzical expression clearly showing on my face.
“Yes he wears white ones at home and black ones for work” – I confess that even with this fresh information enlightenment did not dawn. Nonetheless, I drew comfort knowing that I was not alone and that OCD strikes at all ages and in all corners.
Pressies done and I had an appointment at the new hospital in Malvern to get disconnected from my Chemo bottle and have the Hickman line flushed. I dragged Carl with me and it was all done in half an hour even pfaffing about looking for the box to dispose the chemo in that we had forgotten to bring.
The Genius of P
Birthday Girl had had a chance to bathe and beautify herself by the time we got home so when I got home Lady P was looking as radiant as Christmas Day itself and this was just what I needed because this Chemo was kicking in good style and I was feeling fragile. In truth the four of us were a bunch of crocks all coughing and spluttering and generally feeling a bit sorry for ourselves.
Peanut however, was as said, looking groovy after a hard night at work and now here she was on her birthday and calmly sorting out a Christmas lunch from scratch. She does it with absolutely no fuss in an hour and a half from start to finish and it was blooming lovely!
We all pulled crackers at lunch and out of the crackers popped 4 tickets to see John Bishop in Bournemouth – another Elf surprise and that was brilliant. I just didn’t see it coming at all and I thought that was Craig Revell Horwood amazing. 26th March so post Chemo but pre Liver op so perfect timing too! Left to my own devices I would just never think to go and book anything like that, I don’t know why but it never occurs to me, so to have that in my calendar now is brilliant, especially when a lot of the other dates over the next few months, like liver ops and chemo days are not the most fun events that you look for on your calendar! Ace present number two!
Christmas Day then – a wonderful birthday girl, a lovely lunch, a surprise from the Bishop – just perfect thanks!
26/12/2010. Not quite Boxing Day Blues, that’s too strong but briefly the fun and frivolity was liberally interlaced with the Chemo Hiccups and the Chemo Bottom. These are two well documented manifestations of chemotherapy treatment ( and if they aren’t they will be by the time I’ve done with chemo)!
Basically they make me miserable. It’s funny once but once it’s gone into the realms of times by the power of ten to the factor 40 cubed and enrol Einstein to accurately calculate the methane produced it really has worn a bit thin (The joke not my Calvins)!
Boxing Day then – a hiccup, a fart and three wise men chasing Baby Stig in Bethlehem!
27/12/2010 and 28/12/2010. Today it was oop North to stay overnight at my Mum’s. It took me a long time to get ready in the morning and I think this is because my sleep is very disturbed. It is most odd it is a feeling of being anxious allied to an obsessive thought that will not go away in your head so by morning you are still tired.
Anyway we finally got away at ten fifteen and had a foul 3 and a half hour drive for what should be a two hour trip. Still we got there and Mum made us feel very welcome and we just did Christmas all over again!
All we did was eat, watch TV, eat, watch more TV and sleep. Fine by me! I enjoyed it at my Mum’s it was reassuringly right. Everything is perfect, the tree, the decorations, the ambience, the food, the little wooden log I made when I was a boy sitting on the coffee table. It’s all so you know terribly terribly and that is what going to Mum’s should be like. Solid as a rock dependable. I loved it!
First off we had a lovely minestrone soup with garlic bread, then for dinner we had beef which was delicious. Next day I had porridge first thing ( a chemo munchy thing) followed an hour or so later by a full English and then beef sandwiches for lunch!
After lunch we had another gruelling 3 and a half hours drive home getting home just before six! We had a chat with me pal Ray on the iChat then watched Upstairs Downstairs, sulked a bit as Man United dropped two points in the last minute of play and then went to bed!
Christmas 2 then – good food and good chilling.
I hope you have had a great Christmas and enjoyed your family, friends and good food – a bit of topsy turvy in your life sure helps to focus on these things that’s for sure! Anyway time to go, but don’t run off without looking down our Memory Lane and today I’m thinking back to our last holiday which was in May 2010
just before The Big C joined our lives. We went to the South of France for fun sun and adventure and right now in the Big Brrrrr of Christmas, I really fancy a bit more of that sunshine!