My body is my temple

Good Morning Campers.

After being up for hours on end going loopy on these new steroids that are hopefully making some kind of difference in my body (and not just making me wee through my bum, soz guys, if you don’t like the humour, cya), I thought I’d run you through my days after diagnosis in this crazy head of mine.

As soon as you tell someone you have cancer you will immediately get an outpour of people who have either experienced it, know a family member with it, know how to help, have advice on what to eat/drink/smell/look like. It’s madness. All very lovely and I know they mean well, but come on, when you have just been told you have an incurable disease, do you want to sit and eat a salad leaf or do you want a dirty burger and an ice cold pint to help you get through (Cheers covid, couldn’t have either, unless from my fridge)...

Anyway, I’d like to say I put my big girl pants on and indulged in anything and everything I wanted to over Christmas just to get through, but I just couldn’t. I don’t know whether it was a state of shock or being terrified about what it would do to me (I mean I doubt my body could get much worse ha)... but I just couldn’t eat or drink a thing. I began a cycle of attempting every type of green tea to improve lung function or vegetables that were known to improve immune systems, celery juice and god knows what else... Looking back now, I’m just like have your coffee with 2 sugars in and be happy you’re here hun...

...but the absolute angel that is my sister after I got diagnosed googled and googled every possible thing to find ways to help me and had pretty much the whole of Amazon delivered to my house.. from tumeric tablets, to tumeric powder, to tumeric tea, to sleep remedies, to books on empowering women with cancer, to magazine articles to help me wake up in the mornings (I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to thank her enough).. But just let me tell you now, don’t ever try and make your own tumeric juice. Mine tasted that vile that I downed some and it came straight back through my nose and I was sick for about 30 mins and I can still feel the burn in my throat months on haha, but you live and learn.

To be perfectly honest, I’m not entirely sure what this blog post was set out to tell you . All I know is that you owe it to yourself and your body to be kind to yourself... ✨

Enjoy the treats and the nice things in life (not that you’re going to pop your clogs and need to) but you just never know.

Have that piece of chocolate, drink the wine, put your face mask on and lie in a bubbly bath and laugh at every opportunity.

Remind yourself that you have been put on this earth as you are meant to be here and whatever life throws at you, you’re a bad ass bitch and will overcome anything. ❤️