It’s been a week already and I cannot believe how much has happened and how I have felt. As I mentioned before we were going on a skiing holiday and I was very nervous as I hadn’t been on top form, to say the least.
Well I needn’t have worried. The day we travelled to our Austrian Alp destination everything went swimmingly. Flights on time, luggage came out first, taxi waiting for us and the weather was gorgeous, therefore the traffic was brilliant. Our hotel welcomed us and we immediately got our room. Then we organised our skis and sat admiring the sunshine and view. We couldn’t wait to get skiing the following day.
This wasn’t to last…. a blizzard arrived over night. The temperatures plummeted and the winds were blasting. But we were on holiday, we had to ski. I must be mad. But we went out in extreme conditions for two days on the trot. Our faces were whipped with the wind and I couldn’t see a thing. One by one the chairlifts were being closed and skiing became near on impossible. But I didn’t moan, believe it or not! I just thought it will be fine. Pete is an amazing skier and I knew he would take care of me. We had a few falls but nothing major. Bizarrely enough I didn’t have any sickness and my appetite was good. Pete was a bit disappointed as he so wanted to have a good skiing holiday. I tried to keep his mood buoyant by bursting into song throughout the day. My song of choice, ‘Do you wanna build a snowman!?’ from the movie Frozen. It stuck for the whole week. It was ok though, we had a spa in our hotel which had a really cool outdoor pool surrounded by snow…. We used the facilities to the max.
Tuesday everything changed. We were promised better temperatures, lighter winds and even some sunshine. And then every day got better. We ended up having four days of glorious sunshine and perfect ski conditions. I can’t remember being so happy. The resort was lovely and we skied up to 30kms some days. I was out of breath but mainly through exercise, altitude and the adrenalin pumping around my body. I cannot believe I could actually do it. I didn’t think I was fit enough and I certainly cannot believe that only the week before I was light headed and feeling sick. I laughed continuously for the whole week, mainly when I was following Pete down a mountain and he accelerated so fast! It was brilliant. With weather like that we got to sunbathe on deckchairs and take in the view too.
On the last day Pete decided we would tick off all the pistes on the map that we hadn’t done this meant doing the hardest runs. I’m capable of doing the black runs, which are the hardest, I just don’t have the confidence or guts usually. I did them with some difficulty but then came a run that wasn’t technically a run and before I could change my mind I was screaming my way down the mountain and scaring another skier to death almost. Once I reached the bottom I was shaking all over! I never want to do that again… Pete just said he knew I could do it….Hmmmm.
The very last day and the very last piste I cried….I’m such a softy but I really felt so emotional. I couldn’t have been more grateful and thankful for having had such a wonderful week with the love of my life.
Being back is a bit strange although I do love it here. We slept like logs on our first night back. That was one thing we didn’t manage very well whilst away. Both of us hardly slept. We would wake in the middle of the night thinking and having weird dreams. I have always believed that the mountains give off a strange energy and I have always had trouble sleeping there. Now we are home I feel great at night…haha. I love my bed, I love my bed, I love my bed!
In my sleepless state my mind was rushing all over the place. I thought a lot about setting up a charity called the Grant Foundation, as Pete’s father died of cancer and both Pete and I have had cancer. We discussed trying to set up a clinic where others could obtain some of the treatments I currently have abroad. Of course this needs a lot of work and research. We also discussed raising more funds and thought maybe a ski challenge would be apt. Maybe skiing across the Austrian Alps within a time frame….Gulp… This needs some thought!
The fact I have been so well it did make me wonder if I should return to work seeing as I am hugely capable of getting on with things as I showed in Austria, but having spoken to Pete I have decided to really try to recuperate. It was only a few weeks ago that I was feeling dreadful. I still don’t know if my bloods have improved and this could take time.
So what’s in the pipeline?
Today I am off to hospital for an MRI and CT scan. It’s only been about 10 weeks since my last but I need to know what’s going on before I can start any other treatment as well as wait for my bloods and immunity to improve. I don’t get the results until next week.
I have messaged Prof Vogl and advised that I will need to wait for this to happen until I go back to him again. He has urged me to go back but then he would.
Good news is my weight has increased, from eating so much Austrian hearty food. This is essential for me and I have to keep eating!
I have decided also that I want to start having therapies again. I had stopped for a long time but I just didn’t feel like receiving any treatments. But now I am ready to be balanced and strengthened and pampered just a little too. Tomorrow I am going for reflexology. I cannot wait.
Here a few snaps of our Austrian adventure…
What a difference a day makes…. From no visibility to pure sunshine.