What lovely weather! I’m so glad to have made it out for some of the summer, particularly as I was worried at one point that I was going to be an inpatient, stuck within the hospital four walls for the entire sunny season. Thus I cannot really complain about it being TOO hot, though I have to be careful in the sun. Well, everybody has to be careful in the sun, but I think I should be even more careful, particularly with my unprotected head. It’s all about the bandanna.
On Sunday I was back in London, and went along to Alison’s barbecue, nominally to celebrate her and her housemates’ new garden, which for the record was very pretty. I didn’t know anybody apart from Ali before I turned up, but was so glad I could make it, not just because it’s always delightful to see my ex-wife but also because, erm, I don’t get out much these days. It was a lovely afternoon/evening and Ali’s friends were lovely, even though some were civil servants.
It was then great to get to Clive’s and Dom’s (they’d very kindly agreed to put me up) and find not just those two, but also Cosmo, and Tori, and a couple of people I didn’t know. So hurrah for socialising! In case that wasn’t enough, I met up with all sorts of lovely friends on Monday evening, who generously didn’t let me pay for my pizza… So thank you all, and it was brilliant to see you. I should have taken some photos, but forgot.
The routine blood tests on Monday at St George’s were fine, and though I ended up having to wait quite a while, I was quite happy to to do my waiting outside (in the shade!) with a good book (currently ‘The Virgin Suicides’ by Jeffrey Eugenides) and an ice-lolly (I think it was a Calippo). I haven’t the dates of my intrathecal chemotherapy yet (I need it a couple of times during my cranial radiotherapy), but should find out tomorrow at the latest.
The next plan is to go to Epsom, where I shall be staying during my outpatient course of radiotherapy at the Royal Marsden, Sutton. I’m yet to know how much it’ll knock me out, but if I’m lucky and don’t have too bad side effects I’ll hopefully be able to pop into London and see people during that time. Getting to the Scarsdale for the traditional helpers’ end of Lourdes farewell would be particularly good, so I can at least see the people who are going this year…