Day 67: Edinburgh filigree petals

Day 67 and I've been dragging myself about. I now understand that the same pattern continues for me with this new drug as for the last: days 3,4,5 post-infusion are the rough ones. Bone tiredness, aching joints, dry mouth, cardboard taste all come as part of the package.

My walk home across
the meadows, Edinburgh

I had a happy start to the day, with a early morning Skype with Fiona in Edinburgh. Our schedules, and now daylight savings changes in the UK, makes finding a mutually convenient time to talk difficult. I knew Angus and James would be heading out very early this morning, so Fiona and I scheduled had a 7.30am chat. It was lovely to catch up on Fiona's news and to start planning her visit down under in 2018.

After speaking with Fiona I always feel nostalgic for Edinburgh; we're keen to get back there as soon as this is all over.

Fiona and Georgie's Edinburgh apartment building

What followed my conversation with Fiona wasn't so lovely - an hour in a dental chair filling and repairing the tooth that I broke yesterday. I am so fortunate to have a wonderful dentist just around the corner who is always so obliging, and I do feel incredibly grateful to have the problem seen to so fast, but already feeling under assault, it wasn't much fun.

After walking the block home from the dentist, I felt like I could sleep for the rest of the day but I kept going - with Robbie driving me over to see the lymphedema physio at Randwick hospital. This trip is always worth it, shifting the build up of fluid relieves pressure and the massage itself is very relaxing.

Back home for lunch and a fleeting visit from Rob's dear sister Kerrie, on her way for a birthday celebration with her lovely husband Mark. Happy birthday Mark! I've not seen her since the treatment started and it was lovely to catch up. She bought me some excellent skin care products which will be especially valuable once the radiotherapy starts in early June.

My early morning connection with Fiona in Scotland linked me to todays earrings. I bought these in a wonderful jewellery shop on a road winding down to the Grassmarket in old Edinburgh. They are silver and blue filigree petals on hook, worn as a hoop. I find these earrings so pretty but they can be annoying to wear - the hook often catching and freezing the earring in mid swing - with a little re-engineering they will be just right.

We're settling in for a quiet night tonight. Angus is off for a sleep over with his friend Cohen; James is managing back stage at the school musical for another night, leaving Robbie and I home alone. Normally, we'd pop the champagne and go out for a nice dinner.
Instead, I'll get on with the new puzzle - whoo hoo!