Tag: christmas

  • 2021, A year in review

    Treatment day again so that’s means I’ve got some time to kill while I wait for the infusion to complete.

    If I look back to a year ago, it’s fair to say things were grim, not just for me but for everyone. Covid had us all locked down again and unable to see friends and loved ones. Christmas was going to be different.

    As we’re facing a rise in the new Omicron variant right now it’s possible we could still face a Christmas lockdown. If not Christmas then almost certainly New Year. But everyone seems to have been looking forward to the festivities with more vigour this year. Certainly earlier. But also as if we all appreciate what we missed last year.

    We’re the same, our tree went up a week or so earlier than normal, before Rhians birthday, which is a first. There’s been no “bah humbug” from anyone. we’re hoping we can still see friends and family over Christmas.

    A year ago I’d been on immunotherapy for 3 months but had no clue if it was working. The thought of an early January scan was looming large. Little did we know just how well it WAS working. The first two scans showed massive reduction and the next two showed continued stability.

    Obviously, Cancer has loomed large in 2021. But it moved from a place of dying with cancer to living with cancer. Learning to adapt, go with the flow. Accept new limitations on fitness and fatigue. Getting back to work and keeping my brain active and making myself useful again.

    I won’t lie, I’ve had highs and lows, some are here in this blog for prosperity. But they’re stabilising. I’m making plans again.

    As if cancer wasn’t enough, Katie has had her own health challenges this year that it’s fair to say have tested her to the limit but she’s remained strong, resolute and always positive. She’s now getting the right treatment and is adapting to her own changes. Getting old sucks, in her head she’s still 21 and fighting against ageing all the time. But throughout everything life has thrown at her she’s remained positive and upbeat. Our rock.

    Katie has found a new love this year. Over 6ft tall and a bit thick. Not a man, a paddle board. I think that’s been her escape and she’s had some amazing days out on it not just on the local canal, but also on the Thames and in the sea. Both Kira and Rhian had got in on the act so we’re a 3 paddle board family now. It’s not for me though.

    Katie’s spent a lot of 2021 huddled over a sewing machine making face masks likes there’s no tomorrow. She’s made no money from this, instead asking everyone to make a donation to Phyllis Tuckwell hospice.

    This has helped raise the total to over £3500 so far for the hospice. Not too late if you still want to donate. 😁👌

    https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/sd-phyllistuckwell

    Rhian is working hard and seems to enjoy media and comms work still. It’s interesting to see her skills in keeping the world informed about the activities of her health trust on social media. Her highlight for me this year was photobombing an official Royal Family Twitter photo when they had royal visitors. She’s looking forward to being able to travel again and still has an Australian itch to scratch.

    Kira is now well into year 3 of nurse training as has definitely hit her stride. Her current placement in a local Emergency Department is showing her she has got what it takes, she seems to be thoroughly enjoying it. We’re so proud of her making this career choice. She also has new man in her life and seems contented.

    In other areas, 2021 has been a great year for friends. I’ve seen so many baby announcements but I’m particularly pleased our great friends never gave up and we’re finally gifted the daughter they deserved in October.

    Lots of people are now dog owners so that’s been great to watch. We added two more kittens to the family. In a fit of stupor I agreed and before I knew it two male Russian Blue Tabby cross kittens joined us. They made themselves right at home. Scratching, chewing, weeing anywhere they can. It’s lucky they’re cute.

    We no longer send Christmas cards, instead making a donation to Phyllis Tuckwell. We’ve done this for many years now. We use mediums such as email, socials, this blog to send seasons greetings to friends and family. This year, a blog post seems as good as any.

    We’re hoping for a great Christmas and a less stressful 2022. I’m hoping a beach holiday is on the cards as well as a motorbike trip. It’d also be great if we had no more medical conditions to surprise us.

    so I think I speak for all of the Davis family when I say Merry Christmas and a prosperous 2022 to you all.

  • Merry Christmas

    I have the best present of all.

    I’m still here, still fighting and planning to annoy everyone for many more Christmases to come.

    Thankyou everyone for you kind words and support so far. It means a lot.

  • Looking for positives

    2020 has sucked. Big time. But if you look between the crappy headlines there is positive news to be found.

    For 3 years the first digit of my weight in pounds was a three. Even at 6’8” tall that’s too heavy.

    I lost quite a bit of weight at the start of this cancer journey and the medical staff started to worry but it did stabilise after a few weeks.

    Since the middle of October the first digit has been a 2 and I’ve maintained my weight to within 1lb for the last 3 weeks.

    Clothes fit better and people have noticed. I’ll take that as a positive. 2020 is not all doom and gloom.

    Other positives:

    I have an amazing support Team

    Plus two soppy dogs who are always there when you need them (and when you don’t)

    The elf on the shelf finally met its match

    And all the important food arrived in the shopping delivery yesterday.

    I saw Santa while looking for Jupiter in the sky

    Merry Christmas Everyone. I’ll speak to you on the other side.

  • Christmas, but not as we know it

    I love Christmas. It’s always been my favourite time of year and has been since we had children. I’ve usually had a busy year and look forward to some time off (usually try to get as much as possible), catching up with friends and family and eating and drinking and generally relaxing.

    When the children were younger I was always excited for Christmas morning and the joy of watching them both tear through gifts and stockings with glee and then enjoying far too much food. As they’ve got older that magic has started to dim but we’ve always had a good time.

    I’ve never put pressure onto anyone that it must be perfect or that you mustn’t ruin Christmas, I just want an easy life with no stresses. Christmas can be stressful but we do whatever we can to make it easy. If that means I buy frozen roast potatoes for example then so be it.

    This year, Christmas 2020 is proving to be a challenge. One where I’m struggling to find my personal Christmas spirit. The joy, excitement, “the sparkle”… is nowhere to be found. Yet.

    What with Covid restrictions stopping having friends round, packed shops and streets with Christmas decorations and lights are out of bounds for someone supposed to be shielding.

    This and the overwhelming dread of what my upcoming scans will find mean my mind and my body just isn’t feeling Christmassy.

    I don’t even have holiday from work to look forward to. I’ve been off work sick since September and have done nothing but “have a break from work” since then. If anything I want to get back to work for some normality.

    Its not helping either that since my diagnosis I’ve stopped drinking alcohol completely. Not through any medical advice, I’ve just not fancied it. This time of year there would normally be plenty of pub lunches, a few beers and an occasional whisky.

    We went to a garden centre (yes I’m supposed to be shielding but this was a tradition!) at the weekend to buy the annual Christmas baubles for the girls and usually this would be the first time I’d feel a bit of seasonal excitement. I just felt sad.

    Back in September I’d convinced myself I wasn’t going to see Christmas this year. There in the garden centre I felt sad thinking what if it’s my last Christmas. It took a lot to hold it together and not burst into tears.

    I took the dogs out for a walk last night just around the local streets and passing dozens of houses with an array of brightly lit Christmas lights, projections and decorations. Something that would usually get me “in the spirit”. But there was nothing. I got home and felt so sad, and a bit sorry for myself. When I went to bed I broke down in tears as, all to frequently these days, it all got to much.

    Tomorrow is Rhian’s 25th birthday and usually marks the start of us really preparing for Christmas. We’ll put our tree and decorations up at the weekend.

    We have a beautiful fake tree that we bought the year Rhian was born (1995) and it still looks great when decorated and this will be it’s 26th year.

    The tree decorated for Christmas 2019

    I’ll watch as Katie takes the lead in decorating and ensuring perfect bauble placement. We’ll probably watch some cheesy Christmas films and I just hope that somewhere, deep down I can start to look forward to and enjoy Christmas.

    From 2018

    I don’t want it to be perfect. I just want to enjoy Christmas. I need to embrace it with both hands and try and stop worrying. Difficult, I know but if not for me then at least for everyone around me.