So when they were saying “who wants a blood transfusion?” or “who wants an infection? It’s free?” I didn’t put my hand up. I didn’t want to be greedy. I mean, I’m already having a huge bag of fluids and some chemotherapy.
But my little vials of blood told tales on me. My platelets are stupidly low and I’ve got yet another UTI. Hurray!! Oh no, sorry. It’s not fabulous, it’s stamp my foot and fling myself on the floor and shout time (in my imagination while also cursing on the inside!)
Then I dropped down to the audiology department to have my hearing checked out. I’ve been noticing that certain highly pitched noises aren’t getting to me the way they should. So the microwave beeping or the reverse-beeper in my car are barely audible. Also, we went out for a quick bite to eat last night and I found the music unbearably loud. Hubby and 17 year-old assured me that it wasn’t that loud at all. So after a few quick tests, Nuala adjusted my hearing aids with her mega-fabulous computer and instantly sounds are much clearer once more. I’m so glad I went to see her. For anyone reading this who has hearing difficulty, I cannot recommend having your hearing tested enough.
My hearing aids are tiny, nobody knows they’re there and it changes the entire world for me. So if you find yourself asking people to repeat themselves or have the TV at a level where you’re nearly smashing the windows, simple hearing aids might be the answer. They’re not huge and bulky or obvious like they used to be, so don’t hesitate and go! I’m bias because I go to them, but I cannot recommend the ladies at the audiology department in Blackrock Clinic enough. The hearing aid I got was the same price as the one offered in high street stores, but I prefer the idea of going somewhere more private, so I love this purpose built space. It’s quiet and you don’t have to walk out into a shopping centre or busy street. Ms Aoife Walsh or Nuala will look after you wonderfully. Call 1800 300 200 for enquiries if you’re interested. By the way, I’m not being paid to recommend them, I’m simply giving their details in case hearing loss strikes a chord with you and you’d like help. Obviously this is only of use to people who live in the area too! But I couldn’t go around asking people to repeat themselves all the time nor could I cope with not being able to follow conversations… Hearing loss is seriously isolating and in many cases it’s unnecessary. So find your local Aoife and Nuala and I promise you won’t look back. It takes a couple of weeks to adjust to the aids, but after that it’s plain sailing all the way.
So my chemotherapy is dripping away as I type and then I’ll have my blood transfusion.
I know I’m going to get really emotional when the transfusion happens. Anyone who knows me will tell you that I’m not an emotional person per se. I’m not a crier and it takes a lot for a situation to really get to me. But being a blood recipient is a really strange one.
I know I’ve ranted about this before but I don’t apologise for doing it again, so please bear with me! It’s just this; I cannot get my head around the fact that I’m about to receive a stranger’s blood purely because they walked into a donation centre and gave it to someone like me… It’s kind of mind blowing to me. I know I’m not explaining myself very well, but the notion that someone was so kind and generous and selflessly gave part of themselves to help sick or injured strangers, blows me away. I wish there was a name and phone number of the donor on each bag of blood. I would love to ring that person and thank them profusely. I’d ask for their address so I could send them flowers, chocolates, a bottle of wine, a dinner in a lovely restaurant… What I wouldn’t do…
But instead, all I can say is THANK YOU to every person who donates. Dear person whose blood I am about to receive, I hope you realise that I appreciate you and think you are extraordinary. I think you are awesome. I think you have an incredible social conscience and I honestly believe that Karma will work it’s magic for you. Your parents should be very proud of you. I hope great and wonderful things come to you and make your life a bit brighter. You deserve that. Okay, rant over!
Today’s good news story is that Tom the cat is coming home today! After having a few sleepovers at Bray Vet under the wonderful care of Andrew and his team, he has recovered well. Oh I can’t wait to see him! I’ve missed his furry snuggles and his little smudgy grey face. There’s nothing quite as lovely as a warm little cat purring on my lap. Herbie the dog has missed him too. When I ask him where Tom is, he cries and looks around! Really! It’s quite extraordinary. So the two furries will be reunited too. That’s something to look forward to when I get home this evening.
The chemotherapy is causing the infections and dips in my blood, so it might be a plan that I’ll skip it next week to give my body a chance to recover and then go again. But that’s for next week’s excitement and up to my oncologist and his team.
For now, I’ll do a bit more writing. If I get a bit woozy which can tend to happen, I’ll watch The Gilmore Girls on my laptop with my headphones. I stress the ‘with my headphones’ part as some people don’t get the plot that they should use them and subject the entire room to what ever they’re watching or listening to…
I’ll keep on trucking here. I hope, hope, hope I’m kicking the cancer’s ass. I feel as if I am. I’m deflating and I’m beginning to feel more like me. So onwards and upwards everybody!
I hope your day is going well. I hope you’re feeling good and that your little people, big people and furries are all well.
Until next time, mind how you go. Do something nice for yourself today, not for any particular reason, just because you know you’re worth it.
Love and light