two more weeks

Two more weeks of radiotherapy. The last two weeks of radiotherapy. Just this week and then next week and Gerard's radiotherapy will be done. I think we are counting down the days. His fatigue is extreme, last night at swimming he lay down on the hard wooden bench and fell into a deep sleep. The swimming lesson coordinator came to speak with me about Grace's progress and improvement and  I felt the need to explain. To explain why we always go to swimming lessons all together, to explain why he behaves oddly sometimes. I told him why briefly and I really wasn't prepared for the conversation that followed. His wife had breast cancer last year and is clear now but he was full of hesitancy and fear. Not in an inappropriate for a swimming lesson exchange way but in a human, you see me, I see you, way.

We're going to see Bob Dylan tomorrow night. I bought the tickets ages ago not knowing whether we would be able to go or not. To be honest, I think it is a bit borderline and I am afraid that I won't be able to manage how it goes, that we won't be able to get a taxi home and we'll be stuck in St Kilda with Gerard falling asleep in strange places. Or that something will happen during the performance. Goodness I hope not. And really there is no reason to think that will happen, he has been stable on his meds for a while now and none of the doctors have expressed concern about Gerard attending the concert. Gerard is keen so we will be giving it our best shot.

I've been in a grump since Sunday. Grace had a sleepover with possibly not enough sleep on Saturday night and then fell apart on Sunday. I was angry that it was taking up so much of my weekend and that between the wailings and the washing, I wasn't getting to my sewing and therefore wasn't addressing the current wardrobe crisis. Yesterday I bit the bullet and had an online shopping spree, figuring that only half the stuff I buy in person really works any way. So new jeans, soft black pants, some t-shirts and a bright blue linen cardigan because I am sick of wearing black and grey. I feel like such a frump, most of my clothes are at least three years old and because I don't have a big wardrobe they are also quite worn. I suppose it is quite sustainable to wear your clothes out. Other petty things I am grumpy about: the grottiness of our house and having a plan to fix it up but not having the money or the right sort of time, my inability to do basic housework or gardening tasks, not going anywhere on my own, being asked the same thing a bazillion times. Oh and the car. It looks like crap and the clutch hates me. Urgh. But I do have a craft weekend coming up that thanks to Dad and Nina I can attend! Which I am looking forward to hugely. Even if I have to go driving a pumpkin and wearing a sack cloth. Oh, and eating worms. Although seriously, the new jeans should have arrived by then. And we are having the it's been ten years, maybe it's time to replace the car conversation.

4 comments:

  1. That's a great photo. Enjoy craft camp!

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  2. I hope all goes well for the concert! It is nice to brighten up your wardrobe and buy things for yourself. You deserve it. My daughter has those sleepovers too where they get hardly any sleep and then are super grouchy the next day. I told my daughter no more sleepovers if she does that again as the attitude is awful. My FIL went through radiotherapy and hated it saying that chemo was easier and didnt wear him out as much. He used to eat soup and party pies because that was all he could stomach and the smell of coffee made him nauseous. I hope that all goes well for your family and you can relax a bit soon.

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  3. what a marathon, I hope Dylan goes well, it will be a nice thing to share. The wardrobe thing and anti-frumping will be a boost for you. Colour will certainly help your mood. I am aiming for more colour this year, although i do use colourful accessories a lot, which always fit. And I LOVE craft camp and all it means to you, and the gilrs. WE will be with you in spirit x

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  4. That is a beautiful photo of Gerard. I'm glad the end is in sight, because it does sound very hard. I'm glad that craft camp is in sight too. Fingers crossed that Bob Dylan goes well , I'm hoping that because Gerard is such a music lover he will be his old self on the night Cx

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