All about the eggs.

So, it's been a while...

Hello again blog readers! Firstly I would like to apologise for not posting for a little while; I am loving this whole blog thing but unfortunately I didn't have any particularly juicy updates for you (I will explain why a little bit later). I wasn't sure people wanted to hear about my general day, which would have included highlights such as "Today I treated myself to a bath instead of a shower - crazy times!" and "The train to work was slightly quieter today meaning I got a seat - I am winning!". So I thought I'd save you from reading delightful tidbits like those. This time I actually have news, so read on blog fans!

Now before I update you on the truly fascinating world of cancer treatment I need to tell you about something bloody fantastic that happened on Friday - my amazing sister gave birth to a little boy! I now have a nephew! Introducing baby Rory:

There he is, isn't he cute? There I am too, but let's just ignore my pale and pasty face shall we? I'm posting this because a) I'm super excited and proud of my sister and her husband and b) he is now my reminder that, despite cancer's best efforts, life still goes on. There's no point having my life on pause because it means that I miss out on amazing things like this. So yeah, I'm a pretty proud Auntie right now.

OK so back to the whole cancer thing. Before I go on I just want to put a little disclaimer: if you are a person who is anyway offended/disgusted by anyone discussing a woman's period then I recommend that you skip the next paragraph as that is what I will be talking about. You will know that the person I am describing is you if you found yourself wincing when you read the word "period". Do yourself a favour, skip the next bit.

There is a reason I'm talking about my monthly "gift" (I'm not just a weirdo who drops it into conversation, OK?) - when I last posted I was waiting to start my pre-chemo fertility treatment and egg harvesting; waiting is the important word here, I had all the medication and had to start this on the second day of my period. Apparently my body heard this and thought "we've already given her the stress of cancer, now let's be extra-special jerks and make her wait two extra weeks for her period". That happened, thanks uterus. Fast forward through major stresses (including a freak out at work; huge thank you to my fellow Midwives for calming me down that day and I'm very very sorry!) and it has finally come. If 'my period was late but now it's here' parties aren't a thing then they bloody well should be.

If you skipped that paragraph then a big welcome back to the stress that is my life. So now here I am, day six of my daily injections -lucky me, right? Today I had a scan which found that things are progressing nicely and as to be expected (I'm sure nobody wants the ins and outs of what exactly is happening with my ovaries, if you do then feel free to message me and I will give you a blow-by-blow account of fertility treatment) So this evening I started a second injection that goes with the first. Yay! Before all this I often hoped I would be injecting myself twice daily; now all my wishes have come true! Next comes a scan every other day until they determine that my eggs are ready to be "harvested"; tune in for that installment, it will be thrilling! I have to give a big shout-out to anyone who has ever gone through all this fertility treatment without complaining publicly; kudos to every one of you ladies, you are awesome and should be mighty proud of yourselves. For myself, I just can't wait for it to be over; although over means that chemo begins so maybe I'll just stay in fertility land forever? There's babies and stuff, it's pretty nice here.

Tah dah! That's my life so far. I hoped you enjoyed reading my update and would like to continue on my journey with me. I would really appreciate it if you did; it's nice to know there's people out there reading my terrible attempts at humour and (hopefully) chuckling to themselves a little bit. That's enough for me!

Also, I can't end this update without naming a very lovely man called Keith who works at Mount Vernon. This genuine beaut of a man stepped up and re-arranged my chemo dates for me (I had to push them back due to the whole period debacle) without a single complaint. If you ever need chemo, and from the bottom of my soul I wish that none of you ever do, then I hope he is the man you deal with. I think I love him a little bit. Thanks awesome Keith from Mount Vernon.

So, most important thing to remember from this update is this: fun Auntie Meg has a new nephew! Oh and there was that stuff about fertility, but just look at his face one more time - isn't he lovely?

Peace out blog fans.

Love, Meg xx

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The Next Cancer Chapter

Larry has gone but he's not quite finished yet...

Hello again! Thought I'd post a little update as today I had an appointment with the oncology team; in case you are staring blankly at the word "oncology" - these are the people that deal with the treatment of cancer, meaning that they are the team that I discuss my upcoming chemo/radiotherapy/medication with. No surprise to hear that it is all going ahead as we were previously told - so stay tuned folks, still to come we have:

1. The story of the fertility clinic - including hormone injections and egg harvesting.

2. The chronicle of a cancer patient having a PICC line inserted - don't know what this is? Just enjoy the fact that you don't know and accept that if you see me after this event then I will fully enjoy showing it to you. My little friend for the next four and a half months.

3. The drama of chemotherapy at Mount Vernon - this place sounds like it should be some kind of theme park, right? Unfortunately there are no roller coasters here, just a whole load of people receiving cancer treatment.

4. The wonder of the wig - if I go bald expect a vast array of wigs (if I can afford them), I'm totally looking forward to buying the afro one I have imagined. Look out world!

5. The recital of radiotherapy - I have nothing to say about this one. It is what it is for three and a half weeks.

6. The chronicle of ten years of daily medication - no I haven't made a typo. Ten years! I barely plan the next few weeks of my life, let alone the next ten years; but now I know it will involve medication. Yay me! Don't worry though, I won't be blogging every day for ten years - I don't expect anyone to stay with me for daily installments of "I took my tablets today".

So that's still to come. I bet you all can't wait - I know I can't!

In the meantime I want to tell you that on Monday I went back to work. And I hated it. Mainly because my boss (out of respect for my confidentiality, which I completely understand) didn't tell anyone that I was off due to having cancer. This in turn meant that the lovely, unknowing people that I work with had absolutely no idea; so when I mentioned things like my upcoming chemo I wasn't expecting to see so many shocked faces. Having to explain that you have cancer a lot of times to a lot of people in one day is truly exhausting. So yay to normal life, boo to discussing cancer at least ten times a shift. I'm back in again tomorrow with different colleagues so I've got to do it all over again. Wish me luck. Also, side note, if anyone is reading this who is rich, I'm more than happy for you to sponsor me so that I don't have to return to work until this is all over - by over I mean the end of radiotherapy, I don't expect ten years worth of sponsoring. Although if you're offering, I'm not one to turn that down.

Finally, I can't end this without saying a big hello to anyone who is reading this because I put it on Facebook or due to my very talented brother's shout-out on his You Tube channel. If you are also one of those amazing people who liked or commented on my original Facebook post last week then a HUGE thank you to you. I was terrified about announcing I had cancer and appearing super "needy"; everyone who liked/commented/messaged is a superstar and I am incredibly grateful. Even if you didn't do that, even if you simply read it and thought "that's pretty good that she's doing that" then you too qualify as a superstar. So thank you.

Stay tuned for the next installment!

Love, Meg xx

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