ALF: Cycle 6

A pre Christmas update from friend Rosie who, now in Cycle 6, continues to fight breast cancer with impossibly cheerful tenacity, bless her. 

 

"Stop press... Breaking news... Hold the front page...

My head appears to be covered in what can only be described as fuzzy felt.  Or, to put it another way : the world's shortest haircut.   If I had a pair of Doc Martens to complete the look, I could easily get a bit part as a skinhead in "Forever England"...  Amazingly, despite still being on chemo, my hair is growing again.   It's as though my follicles, freed from the oppressive regime of Epirubucin, are romping joyfully through the Docetaxel...  Kind of the lesser of two evils.  I am terrified that the next two rounds of Docetaxel could wipe it all out again, but the lovely peeps in the Oncology Unit tell me that although incredibly fine and fragile, chances are, it is going to stick around.  I hasten to add the words "glossy" and "voluminous" do not apply here.... and I won't be ditching the Guinea Wig any time soon, but my goodness, it's a start. 

This cycle SO much better than the last : no funerals, falling ceilings or shingles. The biggest issues this time round are falling blood counts (again) and fatigue... unsurprisingly, the two are intrinsically linked.  I have been stuffing spinach, steak and dried apricots (who knew?) but haemoglobin once again in free fall and flights of stairs and steep hills a bit of a challenge.  Picked up some fabulous voiceover work this cycle, but of course, most sound studios are tucked away in the top of some garret in Soho ; so I cunningly arrive horribly early in order to negotiate the stairs (oxygen tank anyone?) and have plenty of time to get my breath back before recording.  Obviously a few sound engineers think I am the unfittest woman on the planet, but otherwise, I think I got away with it. 

Fatigue an ever present uninvited guest : I'm pretty good at entertaining it and slumping on the sofa at the appropriate moment, but just occasionally it catches me unawares...  not only am I liable to forget what I am saying mid sentence, I can now nod off in the interim... 

Blissfully, Buzzers filling up : Daughters 2 and 3 home for Christmas (Daughter 1 will be whooping it up on an Alp) and parents incoming Christmas Eve.  To organise the feast, I have decided I shall sit on the island in the middle of my kitchen and delegate like fury, champagne in one hand, spatula in the other - shouting orders left, right and centre - before nodding off in the sink. 

It just remains for me to wish you all a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.... As ever, thank you all SO much for your continued support and good wishes.... I cannot tell you how much it means.  I can't say I shall be sorry to see the back of 2015.... definitely my 'Annus Horribilis'.  Please let 2016 be better...... 

I leave you with...

The Good : I can actually "brush my hair" as opposed to "arranging my hairs"

The Bad : Note to self..... when wearing the Guinea Wig (which is acrylic) be very careful when opening the oven door...intense heat tends to disappoint...

The Ugly : In the time it has taken me to write this, I have eaten an entire packet of mince pies...

xxx"