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Archive for October, 2012

It’s all in the mind, you know

I don’t know how many will catch this rather dated reference, but some of you know/have heard of The Goon Show, starring Spike Milligan, Peter Sellers and Harry Seacombe, and featuring the derring do of Neddy Seagoon, Gritpype-Thynne, Moriarity, Bluebottle, Eccles, Min and Henry.  Just thinking about it makes me laugh. Anyway, one series of this great radio series ended with the strapline (before straplines were in advertising and actually referred to tans), “It’s all in the mind, you know?”

Which is kind of how I’m thinking of  my post-Mauritius experience. I did post words from Mauritius, but they seem to have gone onto some other blog. The whole trip was magnificent. Paulette and Lee were very kind over Pat and my physical limitations – to the extent that we didn’t even feel them. What a lovely rest. What a lovely peaceful and gentle space. What beauty. What generosity.

It was a total holistic experience of delight.

What is strange and is puzzling me, is how I got on the plane to go straight after chemo was done having done the packing with very little trauma. Usually I take the kitchen sink – just in case. I confess I took my pashmina and gloves – totally irrelevant in that climate! I din’t feel sick or weak and aside from a brief bout with constipation I was feeling grand all 9 days and both flights. The cough that I was suppressing when we went through customs (on Lee’s advice) disappeared in a couple of days. In fact Mauritian Health authorities were more interested in Lee and Paulette’s well-being when they called on Monday, the day after we arrived – because they’d been in Mozambique recently.  I was impressed at how on the ball they were.

Back to the puzzle, though there’s so much to say about Mauritius, playing with my horrible French vocab, learning how a working country works etc. We got home on Tuesday afternoon – happily transported by Sioux – so kind, so nice to see her. Also great to see Karen R at the airport – there’s no such thing as coincidence! I shot in get my bloods tested, while Pat dealt with greeting Victoria and Alphaeus and calming the dogs down. They were so excited, Rocky’s not a hoppy sort of dog but he was hopping.

Unsurprisingly, the bloods were good – I was feeling so good how could it be any other way? I have a tan for the first time in ages. So I started chemo on Wednesday, and saw Doc Landers who was chuffed with how I’m doing. My liver was slightly inflamed – which may or may not have anything to do with the single serving of alcohol that I treated myself to each day. A glass of wine with those views was obligatory. I wasn’t feeling sick though, so I figure my liver was coping. We drank lots of water!

Considering that the Friday before we left was the anniversary of my diagnosis, and Doc L said then that the prognosis was 6 months to 2 years, I can see why he was chuffed.  Mauritius hit the spot because it focussed me back on what is, rather than thinking about the horrors of the last year and thinking about trying to measure time left. I have a lovely life.

The puzzle – so easy to lose the thread – is how hard the chemo hit me this week. I was fine while dripping but it was quite hard on Friday to get into town to have the needle and last bubble removed. I’d planned to go into work after but was shattered and just headed home to my bed. Happily it was raining so Kath, Sharon and Joan couldn’t possibly walk and came to see me instead. So lekker to catch up a little bit on their experiences of the Amashova, Eden to Addo, and climbing Kilimanjaro. I’d love to hear more – I miss the detail you get while walking kilometres together.

Saturday and Sunday have been recliner days – possibly the rain contributed. Spirits are high but the bod was low. Even today the legs were noodly – but I was energised by seeing everyone at work. They are so amazing and their thinking is so exciting.

So the puzzle is, how did chemo hit me so hard this time and didn’t seem to touch me in Mauritius?  I’m liking to think that the sunny respite and rest set my bod up again to respond to the therapy and it’s mofo zapping that’s sapping me. It’s all in the mind you know?

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Mauritius is fab

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Cocoloco – sushi and pizza!

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