RT week two

I'm starting my second week of Radiotherapy.  So far so good.  The staff at the hospital are lovely and so far appointments have run more or less on time so not a huge amount of waiting around.  I don't think I have any side effects as yet, my skin is fine, I've been applying the cream I was recommended daily.  I struggle in the morning to get up and get moving but doesn't everyone?!  The only negative aspect of Radiotherapy is the surreality (is that a real word, it should be!) of it.  Coming to terms with Cancer and what the treatment has done to me and my body is a long process. Going to hospital daily to lie on a hard bed with my arms in stirrups above my head and have X-rays blasted at me is kind of an 'in your face' reality check.  Having had a relatively long period between surgery and Radiotherapy has allowed me to start feeling myself again and this feels like a step backwards.  Its a daily mental torment, but my appointment times are all in the evening which means it is not ruining my whole day and I don't need to stress about who will have the children.  A positive slant on the whole things is I get to miss a whole month of the children's bedtimes (poor Adrian!).

Running is going well, next weekend is the Race for LIfe and I hope to run the 5K but I will see how I feel by the end of the week.

Friday is my Neurology appointment, I am grateful to finally be seeing someone who may have a clearer idea of what exactly I  have and what can be done about it.  At the same time I feel pissed off, quite frankly, at being at the start of something new just at the point I am coming to the end of treatment.  It seems a bit unfair!
 

So, I promised some holiday photos..... here they are, we had a great week and were lucky to have brilliant weather compared to most of the country.

The car all packed up to go!!!!  Literally packed to the roof and in every available space around the girls!

 Toasting marshmallows

 Morning tea at the lost gardens of Heligan, moments before Isla wet herself while crouching behind a bush playing hide and seek.....a long trek back to the car for Adrian to retrieve spare leggings!

The girls made rafts out of sticks and string

 The rope bridge...this was at the end.  Preceding this serene looking photo was Adrian and I trying to carry the bags, drinks and struggle with Isla who decided that the middle of the rope bridge (which could only take ten people at a time and so there was a long queue of people behind us) to have a mega meltdown because she wanted to take her shoes off!!!!  The bridge was swinging and it was difficult to walk across on your own without half carrying, half dragging a screaming three year old.

 Abi, very proud to have her very first mask and snorkle and determined to try it out in the sea.  She ran in with much gusto, only to scream and come straight back out again!

 Fun coastal walk, we did the same walk last year but I had Isla in the baby carrier on my back.  This year she did the whole thing herself :-)

 My gorgeous baby....butter wouldn't melt....but we know differently!

 Back in Plymouth at the boat - one evening it was just too beautiful not to take the boat out so we put the kids to bed and off we went, by the time we were back, both kids were fast asleep in their bunks!