Oops, I did it again!

Abandoned my blig, that is. Lets try and summarise the last 2 1/2 years for you.

Well my wish for a happy and healthy 2016 didn’t work out. There was I chugging along with my nursing degree when, at the end of my first year I found a lump in my right breast. I dithered for a couple of weeks hoping I was imagining it and it would go away. Don’t do this, people, because it won’t go away. I was impressed with my GP surgery because as soon as I mentioned the words ‘lump’ and ‘breast’ I had a next day appointment with my preferred GP.

From that day I don’t think my feet touched the ground for a year! I knew that it wasn’t a cyst, cysts don’t hurt and this lump was tender to touch. Obviously I had to go through tests and biopsies, and I needed a breast MRI to make sure my lump didn’t have any friends hiding in my dense breast tissue. There weren’t and once the official diagnosis was confirmed I was booked in for surgery. I had the tumour plus some lymph nodes removed and tests showed that the cancer hadn’t spread beyond the 25mm tumour.

Following surgery I was heavily advised to have a course of chemotherapy before the standard dose of radiotherapy. I was reluctant to agree but decided I’d never forgive myself if the unthinkable happened in the future. Chemo was the most terrible thing I have ever experienced. I still get nauseous if I think about it too much or smell certain drugs. During all of this I insisted on continuing my nursing. I knew it would mean slightly lower grades but I just wanted to carry on and keep things normal. Luckily my oncologist and breast care nurse agreed with me and got involved with the uni to fight my case. Once they had been bested the uni were actually very supportive, giving me extensions on all my assignments and insisting on delaying my placement to allow me to recover from my final chemo.

During chemo I vomited on a daily basis, lost every hair on my body apart from a few precious eyelashes and learnt the art of painting on a healthy face. God I was poorly though – luckily I didn’t end up neutropenic and managed to avoid a hospital stay, although my Dad insisted on taking me down very late one night when I couldn’t stop being sick. They gave me extra strong anti emetics and decided I could go home. Phew! It really was a gruelling time and I nearly gave up but I am glad that I didn’t.

After that ordeal, the radiotherapy was a doddle. I found it tiring, especially the last week (I had a 20 day course instead of the usual 15 days. The consultant was blasting this thing good and proper!) Recovery took a lot longer than I thought it would, and I think it has wrought permanent changes in me. Certain foods I absolutely cannot touch any more as they make my brain tell my tummy to reject them. I get more tired than I used to; although that could be middle age creeping up on me. I cannot force down that last forkful of a meal or again I eject it forcibly. My hair grew back black instead of its previous red- blonde, and for a short period I had curls though they are gradually growing out. My attitude to life is very much to wear your favourite dress, go on that holiday, don’t save things for best as you never know what is round the corner.

I completed my nursing degree, although I am still waiting for my final result. I have a job at my local hospital, which promises to be a good one. I have only worked 2 shifts so far so it is a bit too early to say anything definite. Everybody has been very welcoming and supportive though which is a good sign. Having a reasonable salary at last means that I can finally start planning in the long term, and trying to ignore that unpleasant voice that keeps telling me not to plan, it might all go wrong.

Well that is my whistle stop tour. Here’s hoping I can keep this blog up better than I have been!



This year has been a year of change. Leaving a long term job and getting through my first term of a nursing degree has kept me busy. I start placement in January and I am so looking forward to it, although I am terrified too!


Next year promises to be busy and full of challenges and, if September-December are anything to go by, it will fly by. Here’s hoping for a happy, healthy 2016!

Merry Christmas!

To the small, select group that are my readers; may you have a wonderful Christmas and a happy and prosperous 2016.

To be honest September was a bit of a blur. Lots of ending of the old and beginning of the new. However, as usual there was a craft show sandwich; Harrogate Quilt Show at the beginning of September and Yarndale at the end.

There were some wonderful quilts this year.

and as there are still many WWI anniversaries there was a lot of themed quilts.

Yarndale was busy and with a lovely atmosphere. There weren’t as many animals this year, but at least there were some.

Far too much money was spent in September but at least I enjoyed myself!

All change

I have completed my induction week of my new life. For those who don’t know me in real life, I have left my job in education after 14 years because I have gained a place on a nursing degree, which is a real achievement – 160 places and 4000 applicants – and I’m still wondering how I managed it! I’m doing general adult nursing and although some specialisms appeal more than others I am looking forward to experiencing lots of different areas of nursing.


My Dad has already nicknamed me Nurse Nancy (from the Twinkle comic of my childhood), although my uniform isn’t as attractive as hers! White tunic and grey trousers, designed for comfort and sized very generously. Whilst one doesn’t want to be bursting at the seams I do feel as if I’m in my pjs, which means I’ll have to work extra hard to resist the urge to lie on a spare bed for a nap, lol!

Getting to grips with everything being online is my first challenge. Considering my first university experience was in the days when assignments were handwritten and each student had a pigeon hole for messages I will need to get into the routine of checking student email and the Blackboard system regularly. I am really looking forward to getting stuck in…

I arrived home today to find a For Sale sign planted firmly in the garden. Somewhat taken aback, as this was the first I knew of any potential move, I went indoors to investigate.

The sign was the first that Mum and Dad knew that they were moving too. Mum had already called the estate agent and was told that they didn’t know how it had got there but they would “try” to remove it later today. Clearly they hadn’t bothered, so Dad rang up and was Extremely Firm in his demands. He spoke to a different person to the useless piece of goods that had been so feeble earlier, and this person was much more obliging. She searched all the records and there was no record of any house being registered for sale with them, or indeed any house on any similarly named street in the area. She even contacted the company responsible for putting up the For Sale signs, who conveniently had no record of the sign in question. I suspect that they were covering up their mistake, although why they would erect a sign in a random garden is beyond my simple brain capacity.

The estate agent has promised faithfully that the sign will be removed tomorrow and if it isn’t then the manager is going to get a right dressing down before close of play tomorrow!!!

But……what a bizarre occurrence!


Whilst dotting out and about enjoying what little sunshine we have we ended up at Pickering (again!) and went to look at the steam train that had just pulled into the station. The first couple of carriages had been suitably decked out for a private party, I assume a ruby wedding from the sign on the front. What a wonderful way to mark a special occasion! It is my parent’s golden wedding in four years time and they took on board (no pun intended!) the idea of booking a carriage or two to celebrate with friends. They’re not really loud party people so this would suit them down to the ground – and it would feel very posh having a whole carriage (or two) to oneself 🙂