Busted teapot

I've been doing a lot of thinking recently. Not the usual "who is going to win the league"," when will Ann be knocked out of Strictly" or " what is Ola doing now that she doesn't have to train Paul" no I think I have moved on to slightly more advanced stuff. It starts off, I suppose, because now we are in to a bit of a routine I have time to reflect. I will say right at the beginning of this don't expect any religious or pseudo religious claptrap from me. If anything these events have made me more anti-religious than ever. I don't do god regardless of the flavour. I don't do church or mosque, tarot or astrology. This is not because I don't have an open mind, it's because I don't have a closed mind. I believe that everyday there are millions of coincidences that the manipulative or weak in mind try to rationalise as some sort of guiding spirit/entity. To my mind where we are as a family is smack in the middle of a natural ailment which will be cured by science. Discovered by touch, identified by xray, diagnosed by doctor, treated by nurses, cured by chemicals. No room for a Deity in the process. 

I now approach it all with a clearer mind. At first I was locked in to confusion and worry. This is happening to my Tracey and there is nothing I can do. No matter how well you dress up doing the washing and shopping it's not a cure, as a treatment it doesn't even approach the value of an aspirin. And yet it helps to keep everyone sane, "it's Tuesday so it's rugby and football training, it's Sunday so it's time for a roast, take Livi to work, take the boys to school" all mind occupying sanity. The reality is we have to let this process work it's way through. There is a light at the end of the tunnel but it's the light on the way out of a Chilean mine not the glow of heaven.

So we are in to treat, treat the disease, treat the symptoms, treat the effects of the chemicals, treat the kids, treat yourself, treat Tracey, have a treat. I am not one to wish time away but I am really looking forward to the end of chemo, to use one of my daughters favourite phrases "It's doing my head in".

Of course what you all want to hear is what we have been up to since the last blog. Well I have been off work for the last couple of days, both of which have been spent in and out of hospital with Trace, dealing with blood and PICC lines, nurses and Registrars. I am sure Trace will tell you about it all. Tomorrow should be chemo 4 or the first of the new flavour, but there are complications not to be detailed here. 

It's been a nothing sort of week. I will start with work. I mentioned in my last blog that we had moved to the old West Wilts site on Bradley road in Trowbridge. I have to say that it is much better than County Hall. There has unfortunately been one tragedy on the way.

As it was



After it fell out of the boot of my car.

 I consider the loss of this teapot a tragedy, it was bought for me by the girls at work and already had the lid repaired after an earlier accident. Now it is not more. An omen? I refer you to my opening rant.



My "new" teapot?

 For those of you who care about my teapot status I already have a substitute I might use. It's a Clarice Cliff imitation, I just have to get permission to use it as it is an old family favourite.

The boys have been getting up very late during their holidays, I feel a little sorry that they have been missing out as other people seem to be making the most of it and going out, however if you get up at midday then there is no where to go.

Vaughan twisted his ankle at rugby training this week, this means he now has tubigrip on his ankle and limps everywhere. Adams team won at futsal 12 - 8 after being 5 - 1 down. At last they are getting some fight and stamina. Olivia continues to steal the car at every available opportunity.

So life continues, It's Bridgwater Carnival next week, Tracey is staying home but me and kids are going. I might do a picture special just to show that it is the brightest and best in the country.

Chris x