Serena’s back! She’s wearing a black catsuit which she says is to stop her blood clotting – a problem she’s been experiencing since giving birth. Anyway: here she is, 2 – 2 with someone called Ash Barty. Come on Serena!
Wake up and go for a walk. Knit in the garden with the fluffy monster.
Mum takes me to see a Macmillan Nurse who is going to refer me for some therapy with a special cancer therapist. So that’s good.
Am sitting on the grey sofa with the fluffy monster. Have been sleeping all afternoon since returning from my appointment.
Tomorrow I see Gandalf. Can’t wait to kiss and cuddle him.
Serena is 0 – 40 down on her service game. Come on Serena! Ashleigh Barty breaks which is not what we’re here to see…
The attached peony is someone who I see on my walk.
The fluffy monster thuds down the stairs and disappears into the playroom to rest.
Happy Thursday everyone!
*1991. By Michael Hardcastle. Teenage fiction novel set in the world of tennis.
Struggle a bit this morning when district nurse comes to drain fluid and change dressing. Have a bit of a cry as am allergic to dressing. Now have a different one but think am allergic to this one too. District nurse has ordered some others so maybe at some point we will find one to which am not allergic…
Go to the garden centre with Mum – see above and attached photos. Cuddle the fluffy monster who is now sleeping outside on a chair, under the parental duvet which is drying outside.
Watch Novak win his second round match. Then have a sleep. Now am watching Dimitrov play someone called Donaldson.
Sorry, had to go out for a walk. I see that Dimitrov has won his match. Now Dominic Thiem is playing someone called Stefanos Tsitsipas.
I just want to be well enough to return to Spin. Fingers crossed that in a couple of weeks will be able to. Think it will help me So Much.
The fluffy monster is crying for supper so Mum is feeding him.
Am sitting on the grey sofa and the panther is lying with his heavy head in my lap.
At the Drain Clinic at the hospital this morning they tell us that the drain site is not infected. So that’s good. On the Not-plus-side: am allergic to the dressing and there is nothing that anyone can do about that because it’s the special one from the drain pack.
Go for my walk with Mum before visit to the hospital.
We arrive back to rain inside the house. There is someone sprawled all over my bed – see photo at the top of page – so I put him on his black chair in the playroom and have a sleep.
Wake up and put on the French Open. Del Potro is playing Mahut. He lost the first set 6 – 1 but is now 4 – 0 up in the second.
Mum tries to persuade the fluffy monster to go out again but he won’t.
Del Potro is now serving for the second set. Am under my furry blanket with the panther: it’s gone cold again. Del Potro takes the second set so it’s one set all.
Happy Tuesday everyone!
*1981. By Anna Clarke. Tennis Murder Mystery novel.
Heather Watson is a set and four love up against her opponent Oceane Dodin, which is good.
The district nurses visit this morning and they say that drain site is still infected. Several phone calls later it turns out that there is a Drain Clinic at the hospital tomorrow so will go to that. Maybe they will prescribe some more antibiotics. Hope so.
This is one of the problems about living with Chronic Illness: sometimes it’s not the enormous setbacks that weaken you – it’s the little ones. Another infection, feeling nauseous and exhausted. Have been sleeping a lot today. Now am awake but in pain. Sitting on the sofa with my panther: he rests his heavy head in my lap and I’m so tired.
Manage my walk this morning so that’s good.
On the plus side: look at the photos of the fluffy monster.
Happy Monday everyone!
*1966. By Lilian Jackson Braun. Book 1 in The Cat Who series of murder mystery novels.
Then we drive to the flat to pick up some books and clothes and to see if my Wimbledon tickets have arrived. They haven’t.
Feeling sad because a year ago today was with New Chap in Abroad. Timehop throws up this photo:
My health has deteriorated a lot since this photo, obviously. There’s no way I’ll be well enough to visit my chap this summer – unless he can get a district nurse to empty my drain every two days. The most I can hope for really is that when he finishes his term, he will visit me. Fingers crossed.
There has just been a storm so no outside photos today. The attached photo is Mum’s orchids.
Have been sleeping for ages. The morphine makes me very tired.
On the plus side: the French Open has started and we are watching it. Watch Monfils earlier and watching Zverev now – whom I love. It’s great to have some live tennis to watch. Am snuggled up with my panther on the sofa, stroking the soft back of his neck.
Happy Sunday everyone!
*2011. By Toby Neal. A Lei Crime Murder Mystery Book 1.
Mum helps me to walk Gandalf. I kiss him on the top of his head and cuddle him. It cheers me up to see him. Here we are:
Mum leaves me on a log whilst she does extra walking with him. They return with Gandalf carrying a huge stick. He puts it down when I give him a treat. Then he finds a manky old tennis ball and takes that home.
Have lunch and a sleep. Have just been to doctor to have Zolodex injection. Now am sitting on the sofa. The panther rests his heavy head on my thighs.
Mum and the fluffy monster are in the garden but am in the house as need WiFi or photos won’t attach.
Wake up and go for a walk with the panther. We see this clematis.
District nurse comes to empty drain and change dressing. She notices an infection at the drain site. The fluffy monster sits in my bedroom whilst she is draining the fluid – 350ml. Not sure whether he is just interested or whether he has an ulterior motive.
Mum takes me back to the hospital where a doctor prescribes antibiotics for the infection. Also have an X-ray.
Have been sleeping. Have just woken up. It’s 6.45pm. Am lying under my fluffy blanket. The panther lies under my blanket with me, resting his heavy head on my thighs.
Wake up and go for short walk with Mum. Realise that drain is leaking so we visit the nurse at the GP surgery to have dressing changed.
The irises are flowering:
And also one of the poppies, see attached photo.
Start reading this about the Berlin Olympics in 1936. It is written in the present tense and is gripping:
The community nursing team come round to empty drain. About 300ml of fluid comes out. Can already feel that am allergic to the dressing they put on, but can’t do anything about that. Just have to grin and bear it.
Have a long sleep.
Go for another walk with Dad.
Now am sitting on the grey sofa with the panther. He rests his heavy head on my shoulder. Can hear Mum cooking in the kitchen. It’s 6.20pm. That last photo is taking ages to upload. Ah, it is finished now.
The fluffy monster is in for the evening now. It is good to be home with him and to have orange fluffy cuddles.
Happy Tuesday everyone!
*2016. By Oliver Hilmes. Book about the Berlin Olympics in 1936.