Dining with Davina and my favourite ladies….

I had a brilliant ending to my week. Friday ten of us; me, my mum, my sister and some of my nearest and dearest friends went to a charity event hosted by my all time favourite person (other than my Bear of course) Davina McCall! I went to it last year and decided it would be much better surrounded by a table full of loved ones. There were 400 people attending, all women, so you can well imagine the energy in the room!

As part of the event we all got to have photos taken with Davina and she is so friendly and wonderful. It’s like you have known her for years and that you are personal friends. I showed her the card she had sent me and thanked her for brightening my otherwise crappy day following my visit to St Barts re gamma knife. I’m always a little lost for words and I don’t want to be really needy but I would love to have time to really talk to her. I love the fact my friends say that I remind them of Davina with my mannerisms. I’ll take that huge compliment- thank you!

We had a wonderful 3 course meal and then I bought the photos that had been taken. Sitting at the table admiring them (well actually criticising my hair! I look like Mr Tumnus from Narnia with horns! I’m not complaining really I feel blessed at the moment that I have hair, it could be gone in a few weeks from radiotherapy) I felt two hands land on my shoulder, and a voice say; ‘Ah that’s a lovely picture!’ Turning, it was Davina looking over my shoulder. I was thrilled!  I hopped up and she gave me a big hug and my friend took a quick snap on her phone.

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I don’t know about you but Pete and I have a list on our board at home of people we would love to invite to the ultimate dinner party. My number one guest is Davina McCall. Naturally. I bet it would be a great night.
The fact is everyone on the table at the event on Friday love Davina and they all loved spending time together. I would love it to be our annual event. Any excuse to get dressed up and have a good girly catch up. We laughed, talked, danced and cried…. We are girls. They cry a lot!art2 art3

I suffered for it yesterday. I would love to say it was probably from drinking alcohol, which I did indulge in but I simply didn’t sleep Friday night.

Of course I missed Pete. I chatted with my friend until 1.30am tucked up in bed but then a few hours later was awake with pains in my knees. This is new… What is going on? I took pain relief, a lot of it. And it didn’t touch the nagging aches. It’s so weird. One thing goes and another begins. I feel like a bloody hypochondriac.

We all stayed at the hotel and for breakfast bleary eyed faces appeared as we gathered for a right royal breakfast. I took advantage of it all! It’s odd though because I don’t taste things properly. I don’t have the same urges of what I really want to eat. I don’t have an on/off button. Days can be really exciting and full of clarity and others I can feel a mess. Take today. I woke up at 4am having had a day on the sofa yesterday. (Thank you Louise for getting me home and delivering me to my husband! Sorry for not spending time with you and your better half last night! I simply couldn’t manage moving let alone being any kind of decent company! Ha-ha!) I slept well up until then and then my mind was racing; in a good way.

I got up checked in online for our flights tomorrow and packed my suitcase. Then it all went wrong. I had the shakes, felt hugely emotional and can’t make out what I am meant to be doing?

I have halved the steroids and hope the things I am feeling will subside quickly! I want ‘me’ back. Luckily for me I was on pretty good form on Friday. I chatted for England, danced and laughed and stored those memories with my ladies in a big gold memory box in my mind. That’s a keeper I will cherish.

We have a big week ahead starting with an early morning flight to Frankfurt tomorrow morning. We are off to Dr Seibunhuner to see what infusions he may recommend then Prof Vogl on Tuesday for TACE number two. Then Day three off to Duderstadt for more bits and bobs then drive back to Frankfurt for our evening flight home on Thursday.
I have to say I am not hugely looking forward to it but needs must. If I was on better form then it would be all ok but it’s a struggle. I am in danger of forgetting things and I don’t want to keep moaning about feeling under the weather to Pete. This is so hard on him.

Look on the bright side. I do not have a cough, and at the moment no headaches or tingling! Yeha!
This morning it is beautiful outside. The sun is shining. It isn’t raining and nature was calling us. We went out to a  Remembrance Sunday service and said the Lords prayer and sang the national anthem. It felt good. I feel blessed for the many amazing things in my life. I mustn’t lose sight of that.

Pete is cooking in the kitchen…although we have just had a disaster. We decided to have a hugely anti inflammatory juice to give us both a kick start. Turmeric, garlic, ginger and chilli were the ingredients or ammo! Sadly it ended in tears. Literally. We both vomited! Ha-ha. And now I stink of garlic and maybe a little bit of sick! Urgh!
Life’s about trying… and God knows Bear and I are doing a lot of that!

Happy Sunday, you gorgeous people. X

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