The weekend started on Friday with a trip out with my lovely chemo buddy. We went to Barrington Court for the afternoon, a lovely walk around the gardens, a few photos taken, followed by a visit to the Antony Gormley exhibition and then coffee and cake. We try to be really positive, not always easy knowing what we have to face, and knowing that neither of us have great prognosis. A lovely afternoon none the less.
Saturday was amazing, we picked mum up and headed down to Portsmouth. One of my Uncles has managed 50 years married to his lovely wife, my Aunt. My cousin organised a surprise party for them, with the added excitement of my fabulous Aussie cousins coming over. That made for an amazing evening, though immensely emotional, come the end of the evening, I had lots of tears, I have always been soppy at events like this, but now I don't know if I will ever see these people again, we are hoping to catch up with the Aussies again before they head back, if we don't then I doubt very much that I will ever see them again. Trevor and Terry are both in their 60s, Terry is not in the best of health, and Trevor has had heart surgery, and then there is me. Nigel enjoyed taking the mick out of my hair, he is 10 years older than me, and my hair is greyer than his, but then mine wasn't as grey before I lost it all to the chemo, this is how it has come back.
Rob cooked a great breakfast at Carrol and Wayne's on Sunday morning, a few more tears and then a trip off to Gunwharf for a couple of hours before picking up mum.
Was really sorry to leave Portsmouth, as I always am, would love to live down there. Couldn't wait to get back to wee Mattie, though. Just got to try to arrange a trip to London to see the Aussies before they head back down under, fingers crossed.
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