I think I told you all I was a little worried about the trip, it was booked when I was feeling well, before my mastectomy in December, and a long time before that appointment. Twelve of us got up at the crack of dawn on Friday to catch the 7.30am bus in Ilminster. At least I didn't have to do anything for the three hour travelling time. I took my cocktail of drugs before we left and then packed them. It was a pretty good trip, not too many hold ups. We arrived at Hammersmith and hopped on the tube for Covent Garden where our Travelodge was. It was a fair stretch of a walk from the tube to Drury Lane the others walked at a reasonable pace, hubby wouldn't let me tow either of the suitcases. The leader of our party had booked us an early booking for one room so that we could drop off all the bags. We had a photo of all of us, well eleven of us on the bed, happy memories :). I can't believe it didn't collapse.
We headed off back to Covent Garden after that to have a wander and grab some lunch. It was lovely we found a pub and had lunch, watching the world go by. We ended up at the Apple Store in Covent Garden, I am not an Apple fan but the store is beautiful, it has fantastic architecture, and I should have photographed it. After our wanderings we headed back to the Travelodge to book us all in to our own rooms, our room was perfect for a couple of nights, large and clean with a telly for distraction. Hubby had a nap, I didn't manage to get off. We arranged a time to meet and went to Bella Italia on the Strand for dinner. I had never been before, we used Tesco vouchers to pay, so it didn't really cost us anything. It was a bit of a celebration for hubby's birthday, one of the ladies with us, and the wedding anniversary of one the couples (44 years, what an achievement). At the end of dinner, a cake and candles came out, and they were all embarrassed. We stopped at a pub on the way back to the lodge had a chat, and the men took good care of me. It was a bit of a long walk back to the lodge and when we got back I collapsed into bed quite happily. I managed to sleep fairly well, better than at home.
After a good breakfast we headed into Regent Street. A slow wander around Hamley's where of course I was treated to a bear, and a shopping bag, the lego models were fantastic.
Because we all had Bella vouchers left we headed to another Bella for lunch. I will definitely go again, with vouchers. We had also been to Carnaby Street, which was very trendy and I enjoyed it. I loved the Doc Marten shop and the Vans shop. There is a great pub there too called the Shakespeare Head, brilliant for watching the world go by.
We headed back to the lodge, to rest (?) wash and get ready for the main event, We Will Rock You at the Dominion Theatre
I had seen it on tour at Bristol when I was first diagnosed. It was amazing at the Dominion though, it completely blew me away. I smiled, I clapped and I cried. The songs made me cry, Who Wants to Live Forever, Only the Good Die Young, and I cried when it finished, I didn't want it to finish. I was still buzzing on our walk back so when we got back and everyone had a drink, I had hot chocolate to try to wind down. Another reasonable nights sleep. A good breakfast and off we went, again I wasn't allowed to help with the cases. We wandered along embankment, saw the touristy bits, watched the changing of the guard at the museum, the horses were beautiful.
We had lunch in an all you can eat Chinese Buffet in Gerrard's Street, China Town, then back to the Shakespeare's Head and then the tube, and the coach. It was a fabulous weekend.
I arrived home to a lovely gift from an old school friend, another gorgeous bear, and a box of photos with beautiful slogans on, to just dip into when I need a lift. My son of course was delighted to see me, as I was him, had lots of hugs before heading off to bed.
I expected to be shattered on Monday, but I felt really well, and even managed to walk the dog for a short block in the afternoon. I was pleasantly surprised.
That was until I woke up in agony at 3am on Tuesday the pain was all around my midriff and doubled me over. I took some ibuprofen and tried to sleep. When hubby got up in the morning I went downstairs took my cocktail and some Morphine, this was not something I wanted to start. I went back to bed and sent a message to my girls who I was supposed to having lunch with. I felt a little better when I got back up and so the girls came and got me. They did look after me very well, and fuss rather a lot. Maybe I should have stayed at home, but it was so good to see them. I found once I got a comfortable position it wasn't too bad, it was moving that was the problem. I of course kept my painkillers up all day. The girls dropped me home, and were worried so rang my son to get him to check up on me. I wouldn't let him come home though. Hubby was due home within the hour. I took more Morphine at bedtime, and this morning I am still struggling a bit, didn't manage all my breakfast, I can't wait till next week when I can have that next awful treatment, but in the long run it might help this awful feeling, as I am now struggling to eat and to drink a bit. I am hoping it is just because I ate so much of the weekend and did so much that everything just has to settle down again. I don't want to become reliant on Morphine, and I still have a lot of living to do. Hubby has had his holiday approved so hopefully we can get a few relaxing days the week after treatment. I am still hoping to get back to school for a few hours a week, but there is no way I could do it like this. This treatment has to start working ... and soon.
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