Well, gosh, hasn't it been a long time?
In the 18 months since my last update rather a lot has happened and I thought it only fair and proper to share it all,
As of 16th August 2014 I have been Mrs Welsby (which I'm still only just getting
used to). I got married wearing my lovely wig which the nice people at Toni and Guy styled for me.
As any Spring/Summer bride will know hours were spent checking and rechecking the weather forecasts desperately praying for a sunny day. As we had chosen
to have the actual ceremony outside I was even more anxious that the weather Gods would be kind to us. However some bastard up there must have a wicked sense of humour as they decided to send gales my way.
When I dig them out I will post a picture of
me with one arm holding on to my Dad and the other holding on to my hair. Can you imagine if the whole thing had blown off with everyone watching aghast?! I had visions of my chief bridesmaid chasing after it. Oh God the thought still makes my stomach churn!
As it was the wedding went splendidly and there wasn't a dry eye in the house when my lovely husband mentioned my recent "troubles" and how proud he was of how I battled through.
We honeymooned with the 2 boys and spent a week in Devon and a week
in Cornwall and it was the first time I went out in public without my wig. It was freeing and terrifying at the same time and do you know what? Nobody batted an eyelid and I actually probably looked super stylish and edgy for the first time in, well, forever.
Oh that reminds me.
I've just remembered a terrible thing happened to me. I entered a competition to be the most super stylish Cancer type person with You magazine and I didn't win. How's that for a kick me whilst I'm down why don't you moment? I
will also post my entry picture and you can tell me where I went wrong!!
Anyway I digress (I also never buy The Sunday Times anymore. It's a shit read anyway)
I returned to work in June 2014 and started taking Tamoxifen at the same time.
It was with great trepidation that I awaited the notorious side effects but, aside from a few hot flushes at the start, it really hasn't been that bad at all.
I developed quite severe pain in my feet and hips and, of course, diagnosed myself with bone
cancer. Cue lots of wailing and gnashing of teeth as I went through yet more diagnostic tests to be told I have a bulky uterus and moderate to severe arthritis.
Bulky uterus. I'll say it again. Bulky uterus.
I decided, after speaking to my gynaecologist,
that I didn't want a bulky uterus so I decided to have an Oopherectomy.
I'll say it again. Oopherectomy. Great word.
So here I am, back in work, with shoulder length hair, one boob missing and most of my lady tubes gone but it's the first bit
that matters right?
Here I am.