Yea baby! Chemo number 5 on a mambo tip. It feels good to be heading towards the end of this first round of 6 chemos before my scans. Yes I am tired, the accumulation of chemicals in my body, leaves me drained. Today was chemo day and I plugged myself into a healing meditation on my phone, the anthistamine makes me very tired, and so I was taken away into deep meditation very easily, I was completely somewhere else until the poignant moments of the visualisations.......I do however have this deep fear that one day the whole ward will be treated to Kelly Howell and her american visualisation programming for the mind when my bluetooth fails. On my 40th birthday party I stupidly allowed my daughter freedom to choose from audio files to play on giant party speakers.........yep you guessed it all of a sudden I heard the dolcite tones of my meditations come swimming over the airways....and like an episode of 'Miranda' I went bounding over in slow motion to turn it off, cocktail in one hand index finger poised for sudden button pressing on the other...........
Most of my fellow patients in the HODU (haematology, oncology, 'something' unit) are much more interactive and chatty and probably wouldn't appreciate being taken up some remote mountain (probably in tibet) to discover a round building where they can go in and sit in fur rugs and make affirmations about getting well while balancing various crystals, they would rather have a cup of tea and biscuit and chat to each other or read, and why not eh?
Last week I nose dived after chemo number 4, and this week, I certainly made good relations with the sofa again, covered with a fluffy blanket I was acutely aware that I was becoming familiar with the schedule of the daytime tv....and the bombardment of various hunts, various quizzes...but mostly hunts....lots of hunts and auctions of lets face it...quite alot of tat, and there is only so much tat one can sympathetically look upon with an enquiring mind, and anything that starts with people wearing t shirts and some naff music...its enough to make your toes curl...sorry bargain hunt.*cringe*.
Anyway, I have decided on my next cancer curing adventure, literally I had read online about choirs being immune boosting and helping cancer patients, to be honest who cares if it is, it makes you feel good, especially when they are joyful fun songs, Stevie Wonder, Funk, soul, Harmonies, Folk, I would be so up for that!! It would be lovely to sing together with people to music. So I have put it out there locally to see if there is anything like that or if anyone would be interested in starting one. I can't sing for toffee, but what the heck I say. As I typed it into facebook, the item came up on the news and how research has revealed the benefits of choral singing. So if anyones interested? let me know!! Would love it if musicians joined in too. Talking of choirs....I love the Spooky Mens Chorale, if you get chance to see them please do, they are brilliant and talented and very funny...Bah'ri Gibb
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