Is it over?

Here I am - eight weeks after my hysterectomy, where the robot (operated by an amazing Dutch surgeon with a great name) removed my uterus, fallopian tubes, ovaries and cervix, performing a peritoneal wash and also removing ten lymph nodes...... otherwise known as a TLH with BSO and PLND (this is for those of you who like to learn and appreciate acronyms!)

If you've been following my blog, you'll know that the surgery was successful - no complications - and the lymph nodes were clear. However, the cancer had started to work its way further than halfway into the myometrium, so the advised adjuvant treatment for me was Brachytherapy. This is the term used for internal radiotherapy - which I have described in previous posts, and am still feeling too delicate to describe again!!

The radiotherapy was completed last week - and has left me nervously awaiting nasty radiation side effects........ so far - nothing too worrying - but I'm not counting those chicken eggs yet!

I still find it very difficult to completely take it easy - I have an inbuilt guilt button which goes off when I'm not running around doing chores and being busy....... been like this for about 30 years!  Strangely enough - I don't feel very creative right now, which is very unlike me. Also been a wee bit down in the dumps - probably just due to tiredness. This morning has actually seen me sitting (still in my jimjams, and fluffy coverall, and fluffy slipper boots - thank you Ali Currah and Pippa Galgut) and watching the Jeremy Kyle show whilst eating my home made granola (well - it was tricky eating granola when my jaw was on my chest for the majority of the programme....and not because it is impossible to chew!)

I've been thinking that I should be starting a healthy, keep fit programme - and have got as far as requesting membership at the local leisure centre. The only problem with this plan, is that I shall HAVE to get up in the morning, get dressed, and walk to the pool! Still working on persuading my brain that this is a good idea....watch this space. This would of course, prepare me well for the Banham Marsden March on March 11th, which I have entered - and some great friends and colleagues will be joining my team to do the 5 mile trek. Hopefully, there's a link to my fundraising page here... (think you'll have to cut and paste)

https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/maddysminions

If you'd like to march with us, please register for the Marsden March - you might be fortunate enough to walk with my baby Ned (aka giant) who has promised to wear drag and be my standard bearer! If nothing else, there'll be some good chat, possible singing, and some definite laughter........


In the meantime - I shall retire to my craft room - continue to finish projects that I started eagerly some time ago, and begin new ones probably!

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