Monday, 30 June 2008

I shit you not.

I'm told that when people start to show an interest in your blog, that's when you're supposed to step it up. So excuse me, then, for feeling the need to post about my bowel movements.

I mean sheesh! I'd just about reasoned with the cancer, but the constipation? Those leaflets they hand over on diagnosis should read, 'Welcome to breast cancer. Leave your vanity at the door and let's crack on, shall we?' 

Just as I'd got my head around the new way I look in a T-shirt and having to waddle about with a bag of drainage tubes on one side and a bag of piss on the other (Mulberry this ain't), today I've also put a nurse through the unenviable task of shoving a suppository up my jacksie (at the end of her shift, poor cow!) and watched P's best man wince as he was uncomfortably sandwiched in the middle of a conversation about the softness of my stools. Thank god he's no longer looking for speech ammunition.

But earlier this evening, to the televised sound of 15,000 tennis fans (and a coach-like husband willing me on from the other side of the door), I produced my own Murray-esque fightback. Thank you, Wimbledon – you were a wonderful crowd. I couldn't have done it without you.

2 comments:

Angela Phillips said...

Hi - Tillie sent me the link and I will refrain from commenting in CAPITAL letters! On the sartorial front those long tresses are so last year - short is all the rage and I look forward to seeing you with a little Pixie cut (platinum would look good). I think you will look stunning! I can think of better reasons for taking the plunge of course but then you wouldn't ever have dived in would you?
love Angela

jonze said...

http://jonzeblog.wordpress.com/2008/07/01/a-raymond-k-hessel-moment/