I had just succumbed go the soporific effects of today’s dose of Piriton, and was dozing happily, when the head nurse woke me up. Suggesting we do my Velcade jab. Befuddled, I almost grumpily asked why she’d picked that moment but managed not to ask.
Which it transpired, was VERY lucky as suddenly a little crowd of nurses gathered behind my screen. For a moment I wondered what the hell was going on, then they burst into song.
Happy Birthday To You, filled the chemo suite, waking up every patient. Mortifying! But also very sweet that they had done something for my 50th. A cake with my name on and a proper 50th card.
It’s 3pm now and I’m gagging for a cuppa and a slice. Just hope I get a look in, before they scoff the lot x