Jean's carol concert post inspired me - i had a realisation at the weekend, you see. I made it to my big Italian family party on Saturday, having decided to ignore my qualms about norovirus, flu etc. I have been whittling on about this one a but -- but am SO close to my end of 6th and, hopefully, last chemo on 28th December that I just could not bear a delay - and my immunity is now at rock bottom, of course.
I was SO glad I did. I finally figured my lovely family couldn't be THAT germy! I imposed a general no kissing /hugging rule which was hard to do with that lot... just wasn't confident enough to risk it 100%... Resorted to dog training approach ("No! Sit!! Good girl! Who's a good girl den? YOU are!) which made it fairly silly and fun. I broke the rule for the hostess and the birthday boy of the evening. Well, you can't not kiss a handsome Italian, right? Even if he is a cousin!
I didn't eat (as no tastebuds), was bald as a coot (though I did put on quite a bit of slap and bling), felt a bit crappy, didn't drink my usual gallon or so of red wine (any actually), and had to go home a bit early but do you know? I felt so loved it was amazing. The family needed to see me as much as I did them.
My realisation from this? Facing cancer and a changed life means grasping that life properly despite it all. Right the way through chemo and operation I think I was far too reticent, stayed at home too much, and I won't do that again if, heaven forbid, it bites me a second time. It's not all about me either - participating with friends and family is something they need me to do too - not wait for them to take the visiting responsibility.
Living WELL with this beast is all about living life as fully as possible - not putting it all on hold.
Love
Sue
xxx