I came home on Sunday evening, back to the real world. Given the choice between fishfingers en famille and roast spatchcock at the Mater, strangely decided to come home after dinner. Mike did an amazing job keeping everything going while I was reclining in air-conditioned comfort, especially given it was the last week at work before starting a new role in the new year. Very grateful to my mother-in-law too for all of her help.
The nurses took my last drain out on Sunday which is just so liberating. Apparently not a great idea to go swimming or weight training in the short term, but I have all of my usual energy and I'm able to do everything else. I look and feel exactly the same as I did before, just a couple of kilos lighter after all the fasting for surgery and so on. Pretty happy with that!
It was great to catch up with Jules and Suz on Friday night - they brought champagne and we were joined by my surgeon, Kylie, for a while as well. Girls' night in!
Tomorrow I have an appointment with my wig lady. Good to be ready, and in this weather the prospect of being able to take my hair off is really very appealing. I'd never have had the nerve to cut my hair short without this and I'm oddly excited to be able to try out a few new looks.
On Thursday I see the oncologist to plan my treatments for the new year. Can't say I'm looking forward to that bit too much, but, as I mentioned to friends this morning, it certainly beats the alternative! I'm putting my mind to blessing it and welcoming it for what it is - a safety measure to ensure I stay well. OK, looking forward to it now (kind of).
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