To book a holiday in January. In England. In the Cambridgeshire Fens. What could possibly go wrong?
That was our thinking last week when we made the booking during the spell of mild weather. Now we are preparing to travel tomorrow and we all know what the forecast is. Extra supplies of thermo-nuclear underwear, fleeces, woolly jumpers, thick socks and hip flasks filled with whisky and brandy (not in the same flask) are piled up ready for packing. A phone call ahead has confirmed that several days worth of fuel for the open fire has been left for us. Lots of iplayer progs loaded onto the lap top to entertain us, books to read, soup to provide extra warmth. I think we'll survive somehow.
Whilst we are away, I'll be celebrating the 12 month anniversary of the end of my chemo on 23rd January. At my last Med Onc appointment in December, my CA125 was still down at 15, just as it was after treatment. My fistula operations seems to have been successful. Another birthday looms in the next few weeks and isn't it great to be getting older? Many reasons to be cheerful as we sit huddled in front of the fire in the thermals
Much love to all of you out there and particularly those of you facing a less pleasant week. I will be thinking of you.