So it seems my prayers have been answered and it's finally the summer holidays. Not quite going to go as I'd planned with 3 weeks in Portugal and a week in Ibiza, livin' it large and loose, but nevertheless, my friends are finally free. 8 weeks of freedom doesn't make such a difference in my current schedule, nor does a break from work since I haven't worked since March, but all the difference is made in that I now have people to chill with that are not my parents nor my nurses. AWOO. I also have the next two weeks drugless as that's my fourth cycle finished today. The end is drawing very near and I am VERY excited. 31st August is the last day of chemo, then I have radiotherapy, then my face unbloats to a normal shape and size, and life slowly becomes..normal. Wow, that's a word I haven't used in a while referring to myself. Well, summer's got off to a good, eventful, SUNNY start, although I think those three days of scorching weather seem to be over, but let's just hope the sun puts it's hat on and comes out to play for the next 8 weeks, please.
So summer is here and it seems as if spring has sprung too. Obviously not in the seasonal sense, as spring is before summer..but in the hair sense. Yes, that's right ladies and gentlemen, the hair is making a sneaky appearance. Although I've been told not to get my hopes up as, with two more cycles of chemo (only 8 more infusions though) there is a chance that it could all disappear again, but still. So the razor has been dug out from the deep corners of the bathroom and my legs are needing shaved. I was hoping in some ways that only the hair from my neck up would grow back-so my lashes, brows and head, but apparently you don't get to make that decision. I'm also beginning to worry that my hair follicles have some crazy boost and decide to grow me a beard. ..how awkward.
As exams are finished and everyones on skite patrol, I've actually been going out. I've gone out more in the past month than i did between new year and April. Loving reconnecting with the social side of life, although I'm unfortunately not quite the skitelord I once was. (of course this is sarcastic) But I promise that I will be once this is all over. I've been told it can take up to six months to fully recover from Radiotherapy, but as my schedule currently lies, I'm free for the second week of October and do not plan to spend a single day/night at home. People keep asking me what Radiotherapy is, and the honest answer is; i do not have a scooby. All i know is they zap me every day and it burns your throat to the point where you can't eat for weeks. Sounds pretty fun eh?
I came accross this is town on Lothian Road last week with Lily. Was significantly awkward and surprisingly hillarious to me, although very offensive at the same time. What sick sick people would cut ill people's treatment to save money for the government when there's criminals living in jail costing millions who deserve to have to pay. Oh society these days..