Monthly Archives: January 2015

“It’s ok. I’ll write one tonight……”

That’s what I’ve been saying whenever Sam has told me to write a new entry for the blog. I suppose that I’ve been running in the other direction (with a little mix of lazy) since that stressful day in August. I thought maybe it was time to take a break, to stop annoying people and to bury our heads in the sand for a while, however, I think it’s now time to come back for a bit to let you know what’s been happening during the last 5 months.

It’s also an important day today because it is exactly one year since Sam’s diagnosis. This time last year is when our crazy ass rollercoaster journey began and our lives changed completely. That evening, one half us was strong and brave, while the other half developed a stress headache, threw up and became useless (I’ll let you guess which way round it was). I wouldn’t say that our lives had fallen apart (we’re too strong for that) but I can say that it was paused at certain points so that we could re-adjust our collars slightly (but you know the rest so I won’t harp on about it).

So, like it or not, I’m back to annoy you slightly with updates of what’s been happening since August and how Sam has been since her treatment has finished. She’s good. Her joints ache slightly (she does a wicked impression of a 96 year old pensioner when she gets up in the morning) and she has experienced some hot flushes that have almost made her spontaneous combust, but those things are not at the top of her priority list at the moment. That award has to go to her hair. Let’s put it this way, do you remember that she was secretly wishing that her hair would be nice and straight when it grew back? Well, It looks like the wish fairies were on holiday when she handed in that request. 🙂