I did ride horsie! And I did drive car! (And I did er... chuck guts up... but only a wee bit...)

Henry and Me - off for a spot of exercise
Gosh what a busy day - which is good because yesterday was a crappie, horrid, miserable day in which poor NeeNee had to come and cook my organic chicken for me because I was fit for nothing but tearful heaving. I kept thinking I am 38 and I everyone is having to take care of me. How crap is this?! After NeeNee left, dad had to come down to help with the little one because hubby and big one were out. I'd have been crying Oh Woe is Me if I hadn't been so knackered and nauseous!!!

But there's ups and downs, and if yesterday had downs, then today had ups...

Firstly, this morning I went to the hospital for Day 8 of Chemo. And I drove myself - hurrah! (although Mum and Dad came with me just in case I couldn't drive home again...) So, the Bloods were good and am not dead yet; apparently this exhaustion is normal, and my body is being a brave little mite and coping marvellously with the onslaught of Cisplatin and Vinorelbine. So much so, I was able to have the next dose of Vinorelbine, and am visualising it working hard on smashing all those cancer cells to smithereens. It's in tablet form, so left hospital feeling really up and together. So much so I booked a riding lesson for the afternoon...

The riding school are being fab with me - letting me take it easy and all that. I got to ride Henry, and as he hadn't done too much for a few days, he was very excited despite the fact that I told him he'd have to take it easy with me.

Slow Down!!!

But Henry thought we'd both benefit from a good blast, so we set off at top speed up (and down and up) the school (again). He was right though, and I was so pleased when I a) didn't come off, b) managed to get him round the corner before we ran out of ground, and c) subsequently beat him to it, and stayed in control (okay - mostly in control!).

This is how I look when I've been riding. I look like this for about a week.

I normally do a 45 min lesson, or a 2 hour hack, but after 25 minutes I was totally knackered and had to call it a day. I managed to take Henry back to his stable though, and get his saddle off, before I hit the deck and hurled for Britain!!! Poor dad kept saying, "I'll drive," but I was bloody determined to make it home, and did. Albeit with a couple of chucking-up stops!

Knackered Old Boy?! I am!

Phew. Now I could sleep for a week! I have to be careful over the next few days with the old blood counts falling and stuff, but at least the chemo-brain fog has abated for the time being, and the ginger really is marvellous stuff!

Tomorrow's plan is to edit that short story, keep smiling, and to get through the day without too many tears, tantrums, or puking sessions!

And remember... Life is good, and even when it is being difficult and testy, it is a damn site better than the alternative!