Ok, so it’s the last day of my hols and what seems to be the hottest day we’ve had in the last two weeks, so as I sit here scribbling my blog, I am also sun creamed up to the max, soaking up every last ray. The weather has been pretty pants to say the least, and low and behold as soon as the suitcases reappear for packing, the sun is out cracking the tiles at the bottom of the pristine pool. Sod’s Law!

Even so, I’ve had a great time. For the first time since I left home at 24 years of age, (my mum did everything for me) I haven’t lifted a finger. No cooking, cleaning, washing (well apart from myself of course) or kids to sort out, all has been gratefully done for me.

It’s been a month since my operation and apart from a humungous but extremely neat scar, running horizontally from my armpit to the centre of my chest, replacing my once swollen boob, and a stiff left arm, I would never know I’d had an op only weeks previous.

So it would appear time IS a great healer along with complete rest and a pair of fabulous in-laws who have insisted I do nothing (oh and just happen to live in Spain. BONUS) have really helped me get to get over the worst.

With only hours to go before I pack my flip flops away for another year, I astoundingly don’t feel too sad, even though what looms ahead is another 6 cycle course of chemo, starting again on Monday, I actually feel lucky! Lucky that I had the opportunity to recuperate in warmer weather (even if it was cloudy most of the time it was still warmer than home) along with spending quality time with my brilliant kids and exhausted husband and his amazing parents, who couldn’t do enough for me.

To top that I also feel excited to be going home to become part of the organising team of The Rainbow Ball being held in March to raise money for charities which have helped me so far, so it’s nice to give something back. I’m also excited about drafting the first chapter of my book and collecting ideas to launch my own website to help others in the same predicament as myself.

And if that’s not enough, after I’ve watched the O’Neill’s Hair Team Skydive to show their support for me, I want to pen a marketing plan for the salon to introduce a whole bunch of fruitful activities for the New Year. All of which I can do at leisure, probably during a 6 hour chemo session (only I could mix business with chemo!) and all of which will help take my mind off the C word, even though I do believe it was left in a bucket at the side of my bed in the operating theatre, so my surgeon assured me.

So even though I have many things to keep me occupied including the lead up to Christmas and all that brings, I’ve managed to slip in a Rihanna concert at the end of November. My veins may be filled with chemicals instead of alcohol and my head may remain hairless, instead of my usual blonde crop, but that won’t stop me singing my heart out and dancing my socks off to my favourite artist, along with my bestest buddy having the time of my life!

Gratefully I have a lot to look forward to and so much to be getting on with even though I am only half way through my cancer treatment. Cancer…did somebody say I had that?

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