Growing pains

Firstly, thank you so much for your warm wishes, kind messages, visits and phone calls since my last post. They mean the world to us to know that you're all behind us. Again, it highlights all that is great about human nature; your sincerity and positive attidudes makes Man smile daily.

After not being at work for two months - shamelessly sunning myself and eating myself stupid - I returned today. It's a different role but as I walked through the school's doors I was greeted with such friendliness from my old muckers, asking how Man was doing. I'm proud to tell them that "he's well" which of course makes people feel better and knowing that the meds are working avoids the awkward 'C' conversation. And it's true, the meds are working.

But, as is usually the case with the internet world, life isn't always as rosy. I have so far written about the good but there is, of course, the bad (the ugly is a long way off!) Those of you who have had experience of cancer know that it's all consuming, both the treatment and the disease.  As much as Man's blood results are fantastic, ie he's kicking butt, the side effects are paradoxically debilitating. Loss of taste, whilst not lethal in itself has certainly worn down Man's enthusiasm for eating. That in turn takes some of life's pleasures as well as making eating nutritious food strenuous. On top of that and some other effects, lessened mobility increases apathy. He is stoically working from home but cabin fever has definitely set in. The rule of no walking or riding have become barriers to some of life's enjoyment and there's an ever searching to keep the balance of enjoying life and not letting myeloma take over. In our minds, chemo will be over by November, in time to enjoy Christmas and winter tyres.

A precious friend of mine listened to my worries today and she expressed what my husband is experiencing as 'growing pains'. It hurts to grow a new pelvis but my goodness, he's doing it 👍