Trip of a lifetime?

Up until I was diagnosed with breast cancer my husband used to go to Chile to work for a couple of weeks a year. I say work but there was usually an element of sightseeing and fishing involved too. He last went in the spring of 2015, a couple of months before I was diagnosed. I never went due to having 2 school aged children.

So this year the kids are both (for a little bit longer) away from home so it seemed like the right time to travel to the other side of the world.

We flew to Santiago where my husband was to do some work for the first week. I shared an office with him for the first day so I could work but then decided to venture out into the city on my own.

Never having been to a South American country I was, before I went, unsure as to whether I would feel up to wandering around on my own. Santiago felt very safe. Like in all big cities you have to be aware of your surroundings but I loved it. Did the metro, cable car, funicular railway and walked for miles in the brilliant sunshine.

After the hustle and bustle of the city we flew to Punta Arenas. We have some friends down there and were using this as our base before leaving for Teirra del Fuego. The weather has gone from 29 degrees to 13 and rainy.

We took the ferry to Porvenir then drove 300 km until the road (a dirt road) ran out at Caletta Maria at the mouth of the Azzapardo River. We stayed in a 2 bedroomed hut with woodburning stove and one solar panel. Apart from 6 people in the other 2 buildings on the estancia there was no-one else for miles. Two days of fishing and walking in this amazing place.

Back to civilisation staying a fishing lodge on Lago Blanco – must have been about 20 people there – then back to Punta and the flights home.

Flying from Punta Arenas to Santiago then out of Santiago to London we flew the whole length of Chile in brilliant sunshine and the views were amazing. Quite a special end to an amazing 2 weeks.

Now this is what I call normality after cancer – roll on next year – I want to go back!

and then there were two

Such a busy few weeks.

As I mentioned in my last post we returned to Cheltenham last weekend. This year we only managed 13th (although in a higher section) but I was pleased that being back somewhere which had such strong associations to chemo didn’t mess with my head..

Last Wednesday my eldest returned to uni ….

Saturday the youngest’s boyfriend moved to his uni house …

yesterday my baby went to uni for her first year.

For the first time in nearly 21 years there are just the two of us in the house.

Three years ago today however was my first chemo session. My appointment was for 2pm so we agreed that the kids would go for coffee after school choir and we would pick them up around 5pm. How naïve were we! Still in the waiting room at 4 my husband sent them a message “Delayed at hospital, get the bus to N”. He didn’t bother to tell them that as at that point nothing had been done so they of course started to panic.

By the time they tried to get a canula in me for the FEC I was in pieces – more worried about my kids than what was going to happen to me. I nearly decided against the cold cap as I was worried that it would delay my already delayed treatment but was persuaded to go with it.

We had tickets for a concert that night but I had decided not to go, not knowing how I would react to the drugs. Once the treatment was eventually over we dashed home and husband went straight back out to meet the kids at the theatre. By then my youngest was completely distraught. Luckily some members of our band were also at the concert and I shall be forever grateful to them for looking after the kids.

So there I was, at home, on my own, after just having had my first chemo. Luckily no immediate side affects although took some anti-sickness medication before bed.

So now rather than my daughter worrying about me it is how it should be, me worrying about her. Hope she made it to her 9 am this morning!