Monday, November 23: Last week was what I think of as my ‘medical’ week, starting with the pre-chemo blood check, followed by the pre-chemo assessment and, finally, the chemotherapy session itself on Friday. It’s a sleepless week of worrying about something going wrong to prevent me from allowing them to drip toxins into my body.
This was the last of my prescribed four cycles of chemo. I was asked if I wanted to ‘ring the bell’ but declined. I’m not tempting fate. I did have a happy, school’s out feeling when I came home – which lasted all the way through to Sunday. I should have written my second blog post about being pregnant in Pakistan when the DH was arrested in Afghanistan but couldn’t concentrate.
This is the first time the ‘meh-ness’ has hit so soon, and so hard, after the chemo. Maybe having my flu vaccine this morning hasn’t helped. I don’t think I’ve felt this level of tiredness before. I apologise for not being able to keep up with the blogs I follow at the moment, and not being able to reply to letters and emails. I’ll be back on form before long. I will respond to comments here, though maybe not quite as speedily as usual.
It’s not all doom and gloom and feeling crap. I did manage a couple of walks last week – just as well because since starting treatment I have gained about a stone in weight and feel disgustingly fat and frumpy. With and undiminished appetite, lack of exercise is definitely to blame – and maybe a few more treats than usual. And, today, I’m too tired for Pilates class – when I really need it!
I have the date for my next scan – Wednesday, December 02 – though as yet have no idea when the results will come through and when I’ll next meet the oncologist to discuss what’s next.
Some of you may remember back at the start of this, when I was in my ‘I’m-not-going-to-see-Christmas phase, I started blitzing the house, sorting and clearing out photos, letters, books. I’ve calmed down a bit since then. I sold some of my Scottish books to Andrew Wilson at Beltie Books (great coffee and fabulous home-baking as well as books) in Wigtown. Last week he sent me a poem he’s written about me and my books. It’s lovely and made me cry – I still can’t read it aloud all the way through without my voice breaking. I feel so touched by his friendship and his words, which I will treasure, and the knowledge my books will be cherished.
Sadness of second hand books
we had never seen their like before
these books,
they were so wonderful.
she said she could tell us a story
about each book
these ones she was selling;
but each book was itself
a story, of Scotland
no dates and battles, kings and queens
but the story of our people
Blind Harry, Irvine Welsh, Wendy Wood
McDiarmaid, McIlvannie, McCaig
Neil Gunn, every author
that should be known and loved,
and grace the shelves
of every writer on Scotland,
it was a Bard’s collection
yet they filled me with sadness.
they were from a writer
one who penned verses
on Galloway’s Gaelic places
*inflexible tongues could not say them
and memory forgot their meaning
but the Bard remembered
the Bard told their story
and now she was handing the baton
on to me, with her books;
her own battle with cancer
ahead of her, but her books…
her books would carry our story forward.
Andrew Wilson
* words from Mary Smith’s poem “Lost in Translation”
What a touching poem Mary. And wonderful photos of our beloved Dumfries and Galloway. Words. Nature – those are the things that carry us at such times don’t you think? I’d have to personally add music to the list. I remember a moment when I realised a star I was looking at had been here before me and would be here after me, and that having quite an effect. One step at a time. xx
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Thanks, Janette. Getting out in nature is a good supplement to the chemo. I love the poem.
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Mary, this choked me up, too. I continue to send you all the love and care I possess. Everything in your time – it is you that is important.
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Thank you, Maggie. It is a very touching poem.
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That is a wonderful poem, Mary. You have been through a lot, you deserve some treats. To hell with the extra weight. Take it easy. Sending hugs your way. xo
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Thanks, Darlene. I really appreciate your support.
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You have hit rock bottom Mary, the only way is up! You have done so well so far so don’t despare. The poem is lovely. 💜
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Thank you, Willow. Hope to be coming up again soon 🙂
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Yes indeed you will💜
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No wonder you can’t read it aloud without choking up, Mary. I’m the same and I’m only reading it silently. You’ve touched many hearts, girl.
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Andrew’s poem is something I’ll always treasure. Thanks, Lynn.
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Mary, what a beautiful poem. I’m glad you chose to share it with us. As for blogging, writing, corresponding, it will happen in your time and we shall all be glad that you are focused on what is most important to you, and your health. A voter santé
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Thanks so much, Lea.
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Thank you for the update on your treatment. I’ve been thinking about you. “Sadness of second hand books” is such a beautiful tribute to you and your homeland. The photos you’ve shared are lovely.
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Thank you, Liz. The poem is indeed a lovely tribute – to be treasured. Glad you like the photos.
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You’re welcome, Mary.
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Hey, don’t worry about responding to people. This is a time for them to respond to you, and Andrew Wilson’s done your audience proud with that lovely poem. Meanwhile enjoy any treat that come your way!
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Thanks, Jessica. I love Andrew’s poem – it means such a lot to me.
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A wonderful and moving poem. Did you see Anndra reading it Mary?
https://www.wigtownbookfestival.com/library/the-sadness-of-second-hand-books
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Thanks, Hugh. I hadn’t seen Anndra reading the poem – many thanks for the link.
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A lovely reading of the poem adding even more meaning to the words.
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Thanks, Sally, pleased you enjoyed hearing Andrew reading it.
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Wishing you all the best Mary.
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Thank you so much, Sadje.
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You’re welcome 😉
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Tears in my eyes, which doesn’t help my typing.
You’ve no need to worry about not replying as usual, we understand. But it’s also part of you, keeping in touch, being part of the virtual hug circle we give each other.
And don’t worry about the weight – it’ll come off when you’ve used the stored strength in it.
Love from me and the boys 🙂
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I’m pleased you found the poem so emotional, too, Jemima. And, yes, I do want to keep in touch – I’ve been given so much strength by everyone throughout this. Love to you and the boys.
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I love the poem and yes, I cried. I also love the photos, especially that fat cheeky little guy.
Congrats on completing the chemos! I hope the mehs depart quickly, and fingers-crossed for the next scan.
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It’s difficult not to cry when reading the poem. I still can’t read it aloud all the way through. That fat cheeky guy was such a poser 🙂 Thanks you, Barb,
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What a beautiful poem Mary, you clearly left your books in the right hands. Hope you’re ‘meh-ness’ disappears soon. Take care x
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I left my books in the best possible hands, Jill. Andrew knows how much they mean, both to me and to future owners. This is the worst the ‘meh-ness’ has been. I don’t like it 🙂
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Little Robin is adorable 😊 the poem is beautiful, I hope you feel better soon so take it easy. And yes to treats, lots of treats.
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Robin was a bit of a poser on the tree branch 🙂 I’m just waiting for this ‘meh-ness’ to pass – have a feeling it might take longer this time.
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A beautiful poem, Mary and lovely photos. Everything crossed for good news.
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Thank you. It’s a lovely spot on the coast – usually the tide is well out. Glad you like the poem. At least it’s not too long to wait for the scan, even if I don’t yet know when I’ll get the result.
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Well, bugger. That got me all teary too … in a good way. 🙂
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That’s what I said to Andrew when I first read it – it made me cry but in a good way.
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Oh my goodness. That poem had me tearing up. You just give yourself plenty of TLC Mary, and never mind anything else.🤗
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It’s quite an emotional poem, isn’t it? It means a lot to me. I’m having a lazy day today – not much else I can do, really – and telling myself it will pass.
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Hang in there Mary.
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I wouldn’t worry about gaining weight – just make sure the food that contributes to it is the tastiest… 😉
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Thanks, Kim, I will. Chilli prawns and pasta last night 🙂
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Seems like the poem and that delightful feathered friend are indicative of the love and support as well as hope that surrounds you. Eat, don’t eat. Exercise, don’t exercise. Your life is guiding you at this time. Float downstream with the wind in your hair and allow magic to unfold! ❤ KAB off and toes are in the water.
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Thanks, Annette. I know how lucky I am to have so much love and support around me and truly appreciate it.
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Take your time Mary, it’s your pace that’s important, we will all be here never the less I suspect. The poem will have touched so many hearts along with your’s – stay blessed. x
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Thanks, Steph. If you scroll up to HughMcmillan’s comment, he has put in a link so you can hear and see Andrew reading the poem.
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Andrew’s words bring a lump to the throat. And justifiably so.
Please don’t worry about the extra weight. Enjoy the treats, and realise it is a combination of many things: some beyond your control. If good friends and sincere best wishes can possibly carry you through, you have those in abundance, dear Mary.
Pete. x
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Thanks, Pete – the support and best wishes of blogging friends has gone a long way to carry me through this. Andrew is reading his poem here: https://www.wigtownbookfestival.com/library/the-sadness-of-second-hand-books I should put the link in the body of the post for others to find.
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What a lovely poem, Mary. Andrew is quite the friend. Steady as she goes. I think you better start worrying about what to get DH for Christmas. I don’t think you can dodge that responsibility. Bless you. ❤️
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Thanks, John. Yes, it looks like I’ll have to be doing some Christmas shopping after all 🙂
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Yup.😁
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What a touching poem from Andrew, Mary – made me weep a bit too. I felt so honoured when you gave me your Dad’s treasured old veterinary tablet but you know what my poems are like!
That’s the best round robin I’ve seen for while.
Don’t about putting on weight, and definitely not about failing to respond personally to messages. We all write to send you our support and love, not to make you feel responsible for replying to us every time – you have hundreds of messages and you might well be too ‘meh’ to respond. Sorry this is repetition but I’m a bossy besom.
Roll on the scan in December and a good result.
Love and cuddles,
Juliet XX
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Thank you, Juliet, my bossy friend 🙂 Glad you liked the robin – he was very proud of his appearance, posing on the branch.
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A lovely poem Mary and I can understand how emotional it was to read…What lovely words. And so are the photographs, wonderful to live in such dramatic and stunning scenery. I know that this is a time of limbo between now and the scan and then the results. You have done the hard work, kicked ass in those boots and the weight is good at the moment. I am not surprised you have been knocked for six having a flu jab on top of everything else.. Hope a couple of days will see your batteries recharged.. look forward to part two of the Pakistan adventure when you feel up to it.. love and hugs Sally
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Thanks, Sally. I hope the boots have done their work! I feel sorry for the way my poor body is being assaulted in every direction – the chemo, the flu jag and later this week I start on the injections to boost my immune system – it feels relentless. HughMcMillan left a comment with a link to Andrew reading his poem if you want to hear it.
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Thanks Mary… and at least the jabs for the immune system are a step in the right direction to building your own defenses back up again…will head over to follow the link..♥
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A beautiful poem, Mary.. Your now on your last chemo… fingers crossed that the results are positive… as for any weight that is secondary as long as you feel well and the sighs are positive then that is all that matters for now… Sending lots of love and healing thoughts… Kick ass lady you got this we all have your back… Xx
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Thanks, Carol, it is a beautiful poem, from the heart. I know the way I feel now will pass and I just have to be patient until it does. Thanks for your love and healing thoughts. xx
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What a beautiful poem, Mary. Sending healing thoughts. Take care.
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Thanks so much, Wendy. It’s a very special poem, which I’ll treasure.
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No doubt you can’t read it without choking up, no dry eyes here. ❤ You're a trooper Mary. Ring the bell! Hugs xxx
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It’s a very emotional poem, Debby, which means a lot to me. I’m pleased you and others have appreciated it, too. Not going to ring that bell, yet 🙂
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I understand Mary. But we will keep cheering you on 🙂 x
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A lovely poem, and an accolade to your strength, the courage and humour you have shown throughout these weeks, Mary ( as I’ve said before, tantrums are allowed). I truly doubt that there is anyone who has been with you – in thought and good wishes – who would be offended if you didn’t reply to our messages. It honestly would be enough just to ;like’ so everyone knows that you know we’re all thinking of you. Love the photos – a coastline so like Pembrokeshire. Take care.
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Thanks, Judith. I’m too tired and washed out to have a tantrum at the moment – but that’s not to say I won’t in the days to come 🙂 I love Andrew’s poem and am so touched he wrote it.
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A big milestone, Mary. You’ve jumped many hurdles to get here, give yourself a nice rest and space to just ‘be’ – yes, sit on your laurels! I hope you’re feeling more like your old self soon.
Loved the poem, even if it does cause the eyes to sting a wee bit. ❤
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I did feel in holiday mode when I left the hospital on Friday until the ‘meh-ness’ set in. It will pass, though I suspect it might take a bit longer this time. I don’t think many people can read the poem without tearing up a bit. Thanks for your continued support, Eliza.
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Touching and telling… Such a beautiful poem from Andrew. Fine friends, like great books, are treasures. Sending love and prayers… ❤ xo
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It is a beautiful poem, isn’t it, Bette. I’m so touched by the warmth and support I’ve been shown by friends all around the world as well as those close to home.
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May your blessings abound, Mary… Friends are just that! 💞
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Bless you. You so deserve all the care everyone is sending. No need to reply or worry about any extra weight. Treat yourself for doing an amazing job of fighting the foe inside your body. Thoughts and prayers are with you.
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Thank you, Lauren. I’m usually very happy to reply to everyone but this weekend I’m more tired than I’ve felt so far. I’m sure it will pass and I’ll be back to my usual chatty self before long. I so appreciate your support.
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Sending virtual hugs and constant prayers and good energy.
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Wonderful, touching poem. Sending strength and healing ❤
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It is a wonderful poem, even if I still cry when I reach the end of it. Thanks so much for the strength and healing.
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The poem brought tears to my eyes as well. Thinking of you. ♥
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Thanks, Olga. I think anyone who loves books can’t help but be moved by Andrew’s words and the meaning behind them.
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A beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing it. I’m glad you’ve been able to get outside and enjoy all the beautiful things nature has given us. Hang in there and take your time, eat the treats, and remember how many people all around the world are pulling for you and surrounding you with love and good wishes.
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Thanks so much – I do appreciate the support from so many people. It is a comfort. Just going to enjoy some chocolate 🙂
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Thanks for sharing this, mary. Really admire your strength. Hope you dont feel too bad until your next apppintment. That’s a beautiful wee poem too. Cheers mary!
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Thanks, Pete. I have to say this is the worse it has been – but I’m sure I’ll get through it eventually and hopefully before the scan on 2nd December. I get to wear scrubs for it so that I feel I’ve got a walk on part in Holby City 🙂
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Haha. All the best mary
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Sending good vibes to you from Pembrokeshire, Mary. Just go with the flow and know that you’re loved by all these people here. I daren’t go to the link to hear the poem read as I’m still weeping a bit after seeing the words on screen. How wonderful to have a tribute like that! Some people measure their success in money; that poem is worth so much more. Hope you’re feeling less meh soon. xx
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I didn’t realise you are in Pembrokeshire, Trish – that’s where Judith Barrow is, too. Maybe I’ll get to see it one day – it sounds like a beautiful part of the world. Andrew’s poem is a wonderful tribute and means such a lot to me. I hope I’m feeling less ‘meh’ soon – it’s definitely taking longer to wear off this time.
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Trish and I are good friends, Mary. She’s a lovely person. When you come down to Pembs we will show you around. Sending many ‘sod offs’ to the ‘meh’ – and much love to you.
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What a small world it is 🙂 I look forward to meeting you both there one day. The ‘meh’ is still hanging on but I feel more certain it will sod off eventually!
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Good. A sodding off is needed. And we will look forward to seeing you here. I almost met up with Sue when she was this way ( at St Davids) – but then family circumstances got in the way – and she couldn’t call in. So a picnic on the coast is required for us all.
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I teared up from the poem, and can only imagine how you felt reading it. Few receive a tribute as divine.
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I’ve still not managed to read it through without tearing up – and my son was in tears when I read it over the phone to him. It is a wonderful tribute.
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Dearest Mary,
The poem touched me, too, and brought tears to my eyes. I’m happy the chemo is behind you for now and hopeful the scan will bring good news. Please don’t feel you must respond to my comments. Just relax, take care of yourself, and continue to nurture your spirit. Prayers, hugs, and love.
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Thanks so much, Linda, for sending your love, prayers and hugs. They all help. The poem is really special – something to treasure. xx
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Hi Mary, hope each day is making you stronger. Lots of rest.x
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Hi Mary, I hope that you are now feeling a bit better. I remember that with each treatment, my mom got hit a little harder a little quicker. Happily, this is your last one and I am praying every day for a good scan on 2 December. I’ll be thinking of you. Hugs
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I am, thanks, Robbie. Yes, it hit quicker this time – usually I’m all right until after the weekend but not this time. I’m still feeling pretty tired but as awful as I did last week – and very grateful it was the last one (at least for now). Keeping my fingers crossed now for the scan – not so long to wait. Hugs back.
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I love your photos, Mary. Especially the one of the Robin. I can remember when we only saw Robins in the winter months, yet I seem to see them all the time now. It’s good to hear that you’re still getting out and about. I’ve always believed that fresh, clean air helps clear the mind.
I’m so pleased to read that the chemo is now behind you. I really do admire all the strength you are showing during these times. And I’m glad you’re treating yourself to some treats. We all need to reward ourselves, and treats are a great way of doing that. Well, I think so, anyway.
I hope all goes well today with your scan.
Take care.
Lots of hugs to you,
Hugh
xx
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Thanks, Hugh – delighted you like the photos. That robin was a real poser!
I’m just back from the scan – that’s the easy bit done, now the hard part is waiting until Monday when I’ll learn what’s been happening to the tumour – and what’s next.
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Stay strong, Mary. I’ve everything crossed for you.
xx
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