New Year, New Me. I hope so. I really don’t like what cancer and its treatments have done to me but the worst part, the part that’s obvious to others as well as to me I mean, is my appearance. That’s became more obvious over the Christmas break when many photos have been taken, photos with me in them, photos that I’ve seen. Jeeeez, talk about aged. While I’m thankful to have had chemo and everything else to keep this bloody cancer at bay I really could do without the fat face, the big gut and the bald head that comes with it as though it’s a job lot, which I suppose it is. I need to lose 20 kilos by next week. Admittedly I shouldn’t blame every kilo on cancer, but sod it, I will.
As far as the chemo after effects are concerned, things are getting better. I’ve got a lot of energy back, unfortunately not enough to venture out on New Year’s Eve though, my finger nails are looking less unsightly and the ridges are growing out and, although I still look bald, my hair does seem to be starting to grow a bit faster and my facial hair definitely is, but it’s still not beard material – I reckon it’d take me a couple of months to grow one. My legs look like I’ve shaved them but, weirdly, the hair on my arms never completely dropped out. In those areas where the sun should never shine I’m like a prepubescent kid now. While I’m hoping things return to their normal hairy state down there pretty soon I am not looking forward to the itching, prickly, scratchy stage. I thought I felt a bit queasy during the chemo but it’s only now that the sickly feeling has subsided that I realise just how bad it was. It’s amazing what you can get used to without realising it.
Despite the photographic injuries to my vanity the festive season has been pretty good, considering I only had my last chemo 6 weeks ago and my last steroid just 2 weeks ago. I managed to get to Brussels for a day the week before Christmas, something that’s become one of our traditions over the last few years. The main reason for going is to buy the now essential Christmas chocolates, one of the few things left that we don’t have all year round, along with Christmas Pudding and turkey. This time while strolling around we found a cosy little bar that we’d never been to before. Unfortunately we only had time for one drink in there before having to rush for the train home, but we’ll definitely be paying it another visit. The trip exhausted me so much that I slept for 11 hours solid that night, but the day was so satisfying that it was worth it.
A few things that I’d usually have done in the lead up to Christmas fell by the wayside this year, mainly connected with going out and seeing people. A case of the spirit being willing but the body saying “you must be joking”. Nevertheless we had a really good time. Nothing raucous, just chilling, no all nighters in the East End like we used to, if only we still could, but some long walks, lots of nice food and a little booze. I never did drink much and used to get sozzled on a pint, two at the most, but these days I just need to look at a bottle of booze and I start swaying. I’m a really cheap date if anyone’s into an ageing, fat, bald bloke. Next Christmas I hope to be a lot better.
Happy, Healthy New Year everyone.