I was at a play centre with my kids the other day and whilst jumping on the bouncy castle with my 2 year old, a little girl came and introduced herself and told me she was 7 years old. She then asked me how old I was. I told her I was 41. She went away and after about 5 minutes, came back and told me that her aunties were 40 years old and asked if they would lose their hair when they turned 41. Priceless
First blog here and really just wanted somewhere to write down that I am feeling quite sad today. Day 5 post chemo (I think this happenend last time too) and I just want to have a good cry and feel sorry for myself for a bit. I feel sad for my kids because it is such a beautiful day outside and all I want to do is go outside and play pretend shops and pasting and painting with them but I don't have the energy to do anything but lie in bed. It feels like such a waste of precious time. I know this is only a temporary feeling but it is sooo frustrating.