Airing dirty laundry post …….

I prefer to hold thoughts and memories in my head and heart rather than report them. 

BUT…… it’s time to give back. Whilst I have a full pub evenings worth of monologue tastic moments recounting some of the funnier motherland moments of my illness, I’ll save them for now.

Living life in 12 week cycles brings many positives as well as challenges. October hopes to be a halfway point to a full remission. I just may be a little closer to heading out of the woods. (Irony intended) 

With Mark by my side we will be recognising this milestone alongside 20 years of being married by climbing Ben Nevis through the night. All monies raised will go to University College Hospital and macmillan cancer care.

These people saved my life in lockdown with only 4 days to spare following a late diagnosis and a traumatic start to my journey (thank you to the ambulance team for playing Bob Marley to calm my nerves) team haemotology  are on absolutely shit money and will remain my only visitors and family during the pandemic always going above and beyond whilst Mark was shut out due to restrictions.

I cannot really put into words what this team of NHS hero’s continue to do for me. I am not amazing. I just did the drugs to get home to my family. They are the amazing ones. 

As I continue to walk through the Smokey doors of macmillan waving “Tonight Matthew, I’m going to be a cancer patient” Chuck us a few quid for these folk who do the job for the love of the job. 

It is tradition in my culture to donate to charity this time of year. Anything is something.

Blessings to all. The journey continues (up a mountain) 

Odette (and Mark) x