So I got a message from the hospital to attend my chemo briefing on 22nd. This meant I was free and able to go to the National Brass Band Championships in Cheltenham the weekend before. It’s a bit earlier this year (yes we have qualified again, this time in the 2nd section) – this weekend. I am very nervous as to how I am going to cope with returning to the same venue.
Last time it was very emotional as we didn’t know what was going to happen with the chemo, how I would feel/react, whether it would be my last time playing for a few months. After we played our conductor thanked me for being there to play (albeit a small part) and at this point tears were shed by quite a few people in the band – in fact I am welling up typing this.
This year rather than playing a small part I am playing what, in some bands, will probably be covered by 2 or even 3 people. I find it quite physically and mentally demanding. My son is helping out on percussion (he is normally a horn player) and I have told him my fears so hopefully he will keep it together and give me the hug I am sure I am going to need after playing.
Here’s hoping for good memories to replace the bad.
On an exciting note I have just bought a drum kit! We pick it up at the weekend after the contest. I am also on the count down for having the house back. I currently have my son, daughter and her boyfriend in the house – along with all their uni stuff. The boyfriend now has his uni house and is starting to move out, my son has had confirmation that he is returning and will be off next week and my daughter the week after. Peace and quiet will return – apart from the drums!