Another Monday and another round of ABVD. Which also means I get to sit for several hours reading a book and eating something tasty without Evie pawing at me for a bite or 10. Silver linings! I have the routine down to an art; after my blood work and doctor visit I set up shop in my chemo chair. It's quite the process - I pop a picture of the girls up, my notepad, books and my stuffed cat. And yes, I am a 30+ year old who still has a stuffed cat. He's travelled a lot of countries with me,sat through exams and been the slobber fest victim of over-friendly dogs. No shame here. Of course I also slip on my fancy ultra soft Union Jack socks to finish off the look (thank you Leah, they've become my much loved lucky charms). So, here I am, eating Roast Chicken and Mango Chutney sandwiches (thank you Mum M - very tasty), reading a book about two assasins during the gold rush era, wearing union jack socks, accompanied by my girls picture and a slightly mangled stuffed cat toy.
'Awww, is that cat your daughters good luck toy, how sweet' says my chemo neighbour.
'Well, it's actually my cat toy' I reply.
'Oo I see' replys my neighbour
All whilst been infused with chemo. Stay classy my friends or crazy.