Cycle two starts tomorrow. That means another five days in hospital hooked up to Baxter and intense boredom. No matter how many magazines, e-books or downloads i've prepared there is the constant sense of not wanting to be where you are. I suppose I should want to be there because it's treating me but i'm sure you understand where i'm coming from.
I've developed a bit of a routine over the last couple of weeks to avoid the boredom at home. Not that anyone could be bored with the Husband 'working from home'... There's always Radio 4 to listen to or and episode of Frasier to watch. I kid you not. That is the staple media diet in our household.
I wake up around 9am-ish and i'm presented with a bowl of fruit salad. I shower, dress and then pop to the coffee shop downstairs for a medium latte. I then wander down the street, weather permitting, and sit in the park to watch the tennis players and dog walkers for a while. It's nice to think that normal life is continuing for all these people. Obviously that isn't a given though, who knows what excitements or turmoils could be going on in their lives that doesn't show. I like to think that it's all excitement.
This realisation of other's lives was underlined to me the other day when meeting a friend who told me about someone I know who had cancer some years ago but still had to work during their treatment because they were self employed and had no other income or support during that period. That's just rubbish. Again, i'm reminded of just how lucky I am. The rest of my days is spent just mooching around, updating this blog, and snoozing which to some would seem idyllic rather than boring. So, i'll be thinking of ways of 'giving something back' when all this is done.
This also reminds me of a retweet from a testicular cancer awareness charity that i'm following, www.checkemlads.com :
"Are you not looking forward to going to work tomorrow just think someone somewhere is having chemo wishing they could go to work."
I've developed a bit of a routine over the last couple of weeks to avoid the boredom at home. Not that anyone could be bored with the Husband 'working from home'... There's always Radio 4 to listen to or and episode of Frasier to watch. I kid you not. That is the staple media diet in our household.
I wake up around 9am-ish and i'm presented with a bowl of fruit salad. I shower, dress and then pop to the coffee shop downstairs for a medium latte. I then wander down the street, weather permitting, and sit in the park to watch the tennis players and dog walkers for a while. It's nice to think that normal life is continuing for all these people. Obviously that isn't a given though, who knows what excitements or turmoils could be going on in their lives that doesn't show. I like to think that it's all excitement.
This realisation of other's lives was underlined to me the other day when meeting a friend who told me about someone I know who had cancer some years ago but still had to work during their treatment because they were self employed and had no other income or support during that period. That's just rubbish. Again, i'm reminded of just how lucky I am. The rest of my days is spent just mooching around, updating this blog, and snoozing which to some would seem idyllic rather than boring. So, i'll be thinking of ways of 'giving something back' when all this is done.
This also reminds me of a retweet from a testicular cancer awareness charity that i'm following, www.checkemlads.com :
"Are you not looking forward to going to work tomorrow just think someone somewhere is having chemo wishing they could go to work."
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