Well I'm glad I'm not one of the sheep in the field opposite – they've just been shorn and it's pouring with rain! Bloomin' chilly for June eh? I do hope you're having better weather where you are, otherwise I'd feel guilty when telling you that I was lucky enough to be whisked away to Spain for a few days before my new round of treatment began last week!
Colin booked us into a lovely hotel, and we had the best of times relaxing on the beach and by the pool, and then enjoying the nightlife – along with a few Mojitos!! Well, it would have been rude not to really!
It sounds as though you've all been pretty busy too, and thank you for constantly keeping in touch. This last month has been a pretty difficult one for me, but reading your lovely comments – often in the wee small hours – has cheered me up no end.
I know last time I wrote I was waiting to become a grandmother – in the duck sense – and I am delighted to tell you that after a nail-biting number of weeks, all 13 eggs hatched! It was pure fluke that I managed to get a photograph of the first few ducklings – I was laying food down when mummy duck raised her wing and one little head appeared – but she flew off for a moment and I managed to get this picture.
Good job I did, as the following morning when I'd planned to get a special tub with water and set it out on the lawn for them all (the closest pond is a fair march away), I found the nest empty! I have to admit to feeling somewhat sad that many a photo opportunity had clearly passed me by, but hoped that wherever they had been heading, they'd got there safely.
This month also saw Sam enjoying his first Adventure Rehab weekend, where he canoed, abseiled, rock climbed (see photo on the left), RAN and did a myriad of other things I would never have dreamed possible, even four months ago :-) There are five more individual weeks for him to take part in throughout the year, and one Family Weekend – which I already have my name down for - I'm game to try abseiling and rock climbing, but not too sure about the canoeing… a wet wig could weigh me down!
I did manage a day trip to Brighton with my friend Jo, and the sun shone all day. It was glorious. Here I am with Factor 50 on and one of my favourite scarves that Pipa bought me… it stayed securely on my head, even when travelling with the roof down on the car… "living life on a knife edge," Jo said
I was relieved to wave goodbye to my course of FEC treatments… the last one being the worst unfortunately, and I began my new once weekly Taxol on Thursday. So far, not soooo bad. I'm still managing my walk most days, which will hopefully stand me in good stead for this Saturday's Race For Life at the Milton Keynes Bowl. Lucy and her half sister Hannah are doing the fundraising for me, as I don't truthfully know if I'll make it all the way round – although with my new aerodynamic shape (no hair, less wind resistance), I may just stand a chance!
Debbie Greenwood is also very kindly coming to walk it with me, as is Sam’s Ruth, and my village girlfriends. I'll be thinking of you all holding my hand, and hoping that next year, I'll be able to RUN it again, like I have done so many times before…
Til next time, with my love,