A Spot of Breakfast

Well the acne is just unbelievable now. I look like I've got 3rd degree burns on my face its so red, and it feels so hot and sore!

My GP has given me some good strong anti-biotics to try and clear it, but in the meantime, until that happens, I'm staying indoors with a NO ENTRY sign painted on the door.

The kids, meanwhile, are starting to learn a bit of tact.

'Your face is really spotty, mum.' said the 8 year old. 'But you shouldn't be embarrassed about it.'

The 6 year old just keeps studying me closely. I know that she's desperate to say - 'Oh my God, mum, your face looks bloomin awful. What a mess!' But thankfully she hasn't, and in fact, this morning - just as I was about to get out of bed, she appeared, with a tray. Balanced on the tray was a bowl of rice crispies, cheerios and a handful of raisins.

Breakfast in bed for the leper. What a treat, and what a gorgeous thing to do. I'm the luckiest leper in the world.

Complaints Department

A few days in from the first chemo, and I really do feel ok - mouth's a bit sore, fingernails feel a bit brittle, I've still got my hair, so I can't really complain. BUT, my FACE has erupted into the most horrendous teenage acne! If I don't look in the mirror, then I'm ok. If I look in the mirror, my morale plunges to rock bottom and I feel like hiding under a duvet, or wearing a ballaclava thingie.
Even my foundation cream which is as thick as cement won't hide it!

But why should this matter? I've been given a golden ticket that says I'll be ok at the end of all this treatment, and I should be grateful and thankful!

I am grateful, I am thankful. But please allow me the luxury of complaining - just today!