Apparently I'm 'normal'. For someone who has never been or tried being 'normal' this was the best thing to be said to me in a long while.
I hasten to add that the person calling me 'normal' was my cancer consultant on Friday. She was looking through her monitor going through the latest results of my blood tests with me. I ticked every 'normal' box. Various measurements of blood and myeloma indicators, check. Liver, kidneys, bladder and other major organs, check. No significant pain issues, check. "Hair looking well", check. "You look very well", check. Aside from a pamidronate infusion to strengthen my bones in a couple of weeks, all is good. Nearly a year on since my stem cell transplant and everyone is happy.
I had been quite nervous leading up to this appointment. I know that in all aspects my life is back to 'normal' but it isn't really. Every cold, sniffle, ache, pain, headache, stiffness and other strange goings on my body goes through I have to keep an eye on. And don't even get me started on the emotional and psychological aspects of it all. It's a bit of a head mess knowing that one appointment could result in your life going one way or the other but it is something I am going to have to live with. I don't really have much choice unless I forego any treatment but living with a scientist and friends 'in the field' make it hard not to believe the compelling medical evidence.
Yes, I have been reading about alternative treatments and although I quite like the dietary aspects of some of them, I am still not entirely convinced about the merits of some of the procedures...
Anyway, Mat and I have also tentatively started looking at wedding venues - don't get too excited as the ones we saw this weekend were not quite right. I think other people are getting a little more excited or stressed on our behalf about our wedding but I know what we are like, it will be all right on the night...!
In other news, my climbing is going really well if I say so myself! I'm definitely getting better although I still need to get an awful lot fitter so I can try harder routes. I watch all these incredibly fit and lithe girls nimbling up the rope and I'm so envious of them all. I know it's only a matter of time and training but I just don't think I could get that good. I fear age and stiff joints are conspiring against me even though I am constantly telling them to &*%^ right off!
I have also turned into a bit of a Twitter twit (or the one with the other vowel). For someone not into Facebook, it's one aspect of social networking I have really got into. I'm not even going to attempt to describe why as that's for my imaginary Phd to debate in but let's just say I'm very into the spontaneity, friendliness, playfulness and general randomness of it all. It's a bit like being in a pub where all sorts of randoms are blathering on and you choose who you want to listen or speak to at specific points during your pint...
@shewithcapitalV
Hope to follow you soon!
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