I have to start with the fact that I feel absolutely fine. My hair has never been so well conditioned and all the drugs they give me to prevent side effects from the chemo have worked. No tingly fingers or sickness or a multitude of other possibilites. And I’m far too excited to feel tired, despite Neil’s protestations for me to rest.
On Tuesday my friend Jilly dropped me off for chemotherapy and returned laden with shopping. Oh dear, being my taxi driver can get expensive!! Thanks Jilly. I used the chemo session to plan the seating in the marquee on my laptop.
Cara has arrived from London and came to radiotherapy with me this morning. They showed the her the huge machinery and she watched the screen with them as I was being zapped. We were home by 9 to get on with our day.
We are full steam ahead for the wedding on Saturday. The marquee is up and we have the huge job decorating it. Marc’s girlfriend Sarah got up at 3 this morning to buy the flowers from New Covent Garden in London and is now on the road to deliver them and start her mammoth task of making a multitude of arrangements. Marc’s presenter on Radio 1 has just made a ‘shout out’ for Sarah on the road and for Neil and me for our wedding. I can send you the BBC link if interested. He’s arriving tonight to join us with Tim and Hannah for a barbecue. The sun is shining!
We have a wedding rehearsal at 3 and American friends are popping in at 6 to say hi, which is great as they’ve not met Neil before. Friends are coming from nearby to help with the marquee today and the flowers tomorrow.
So thats it. Next time I come back I’ll be a married woman and a very, very happy one. Neil’s the best thing thats ever happened to me in my whole life, except for my children who are the best kids ever. All I had to do was drive an old car to The Gambia, zigzagging the Sahara and driving through a minefield in Mauritania, to meet the man of my dreams. Easy!
