Day 89: Mum's silver balls

Today's earrings were a gift from Mum. She tucked these into a birthday package with lots of other treats when I was away overseas one year. I found a photo of me wearing them in Rome, when we had a big morning out at the Forum, so I'm guessing I've had them since 2010. They are petite and move nicely, and, just like me today, they are stripped back to the basics.

Day 89 and the combination of the docetaxel and neulasta is still hitting hard, so I'm taking things very easy. I managed a morning walk, a quick excursion to the shops to buy cold food - jelly, iceblocks, yoghurt, watermelon (I'm so sorry that the summer fruits are almost all gone) - then back home to rest for the remainder of the day. My mouth is dry and buzzing; I'll never take saliva and my tastebuds for granted again. The iceblocks are blissful; the coconut oil swilling is constant. I've got random joint and nerve pains and feel a bit like I'm being turned inside out and back again.

I've had supportive messages from all round and feel very loved, but no point me calling back when I'm unable to string any words together.

James and I have a quiet night home at home tonight, while Rob heads to a party and Angus has a sleep over with Jai. Another day down, phew! One should get bonus points for days like this!