Packing Day

I think, with three days to go, it's almost safe to believe that we are actually going to go on holiday on Wednesday.
I haven't dared actually pack anything as yet – the closest has been to move my sarong, holiday purse, plug adapters etc that live on the middle floor, to the stairs leading up to our bedroom – but no closer as yet.
But I think today could be the day – yep, there's another big chemo day tomorrow, yep my stomach is bruised to buggery from the Velcade injections and will look just great in a bikini, yep, I'm in pain pretty much all over as usual, yep I'm always worried I will turn over and break something, yep I'm a little bit nervous about travelling so far from Parkside just in case something goes wrong….. But I also cannot wait to have my first holiday in a year.
Sure, I won't be able to do everything I used to, but we will adapt and hopefully it will still be magical. All the more so, as I never believed I'd be lucky enough for it to happen.
Here's to Wed morning, sitting on a Virgin plane and saying 'are we really here?'
I will raise my first (of many) fried Tennessee chicken wing to you all with inordinate thanks, gratitude and glee X X X