May largely consisted of dancing in fields and renovation dramas, sprinkled with the first beach walk in forever and the very last ever zometa infusion.
First festival since lockdown lifted, booked in 2019 before covid was a thing. And it was fab. It didn’t rain, I danced to old favourites and new discoveries. I ate too much and walked a long way.
No idea why Placebo didn’t play Nancy Boy but Flaming Lips had the best light show. Particularly enjoying Frank Turner and Porridge Radio. Also Afflecks Palace – who transported me back to 18 year old me, dancing in tiny nightclubs, wearing tie dye and DMs in the 90s.
I said yes to the flying sky swings and I wasn’t sick, which I took as a win. Top festival marks for sorting out accessible toilet passes for number 1. All in all – Bearded Theory, I would go again!
After covid testing & perfect bloods, including the best HB in nearly 4 years, I cautiously crossed the end of treatment cancer line, with my last zometa infusion. Absolute cannula nightmare, ended up in the back of my forearm which was not very comfortable and made me pine for the trusty PIC line. So that’s it, cancer done. Well with the exception of some surgery but basically treatment done. I see so many people celebrate the end of treatment but for me, somehow it didn’t seem the thing to do. I crawled under a blanket and slept. Then, a few days later, I went to see Hamilton with the girls. Even though I felt rough as & very nauseous, I had the best time, literally the best show. So celebration of sorts.
May also gave me the opportunity for the first beach walk in months. Favourite beach in the spring sunshine. Soothing for the soul and an escape from the horrors of renovation. Update for another day, suffice to say the biggest win for the end of May, was the return of a sink. Not to brag, but I have a sink with running water in the kitchen.
So here’s the thing – May was good!
Much love xx
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