She stayed at home on Saturday as these weekends after a cycle of chemo just are a non starter really.
We all went round to her house on Sunday and had a really good day, a good laugh too, though I think it took it out of her in the end, all the laughing. It was just all a bit silly really. Laughing at a blow up chair that had started to deflate and my boyfriend sat on one side and I jumped on the other, as I am significantly heavier than him, he was being flicked off his side and up in the air.
It was all a bit mad, but she said she hasn't laughed that much in ages, and she also said that she has never seen me so happy........ever.
As we all left I think she started to get a bit tired. And Monday when I phoned her, she was still in bed.
She said she couldn't move, and her eyes couldn't focuss, she said it feels like when your 'horrible drunk' mixed with flu (the bit where you cant move your body)
Yesterday (Tuesday) my phone rang at 8am and I saw it was mum, funny that panic always sets in when the phone rings at that time in the morning.
But all she wanted was for me to call and sort her television out as it was flickering. So I called on my way to work.
Also last night me and my son went round for a short while.
She seems to be really enjoying everything at the minute and was well enough to do a 'big shop'.
She said to me last week when I picked her up from chemo that every day since we were told the news, back at the end of June, she has enjoyed EVERY day since.
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