One of my stitches fell into my eye so I couldn't see!  Hubby took me to the emergency chemist where I explained to the young pharmacist on call what had happened,  so could I please have some eye drops.  This young man was called Tam Youn, so fifteen minutes later, after   numerous hand signals and lots of, sorry I don't understand he disappeared behind the counter and came back with exactly the same cream that my eye consultant had already given me!  I gave up, bought normal eye drops and staggered back to the car. Where have you been, hubby asks, I've been waiting ages!  I explained about the young vietanamese who couldn't speak English and said it was a good job I'd gone in, God knows  what we would have ended up with.  Back home I'm just about to put them in my eyes, I stop, read the label as I suddenly realised I could have ear drops after the fiasco!  We're going for a drink after the grand prix, now I can see, he looks well today, his hair has grown back in abundance and his colour is good. The toe is finally healing after 8 months and if he doesn't kick it again he'll be fine.  I've just seen a quote on face book which we've both had a giggle at, "your husband will always be the oldest child and will need the most supervision " never a truer word!  See you tomorrow 

I've had to post early today because I've just has the most bizarre conversation with hubby.  We're watching the morning show about doctors mis diagnosis, so I'm interested due to what happened to us.  Five times we had x rays, all showed a shadow on the lung,  nothing was investigated further umail a phone call 5 months later saying they ed reviewed his file and as you are now aware,  we're living with incurable stage 4 lung cancer, gone through hell with chemo and radiotherapy but nothing is going to cure him.  So we discussed this whilst watching the programme and hubby smiles at me and says, never mind it all worked out well in the end!!  Are we living in an alternative universes,  does he know something I don't?   I stood with my mouth open, you've got stage 4 lung cancer, how can it have worked out well?  Life's a birch he says and goes back to his cross word.   I give up! !  See you tomorrow 

All I can say is I hope he never says "that didn't go well", I dread to think what you'd be facing in that situation.  Men really do look at things differently to women...Yep, I'd give up too

Sue xx

Well he took off to the golf club,  after the conversation we had earlier,  this gave me chance to wash the kitchen floor as he can't get around on a wet floor.  Having a false leg is pretty hard, so I make sure there is nothing laying around and no slippy patches.  However Harry doesn't under because Grandad  has been disabled since before he was born.   He loves his mini cars, left one in the kitchen floor which was the same colour as the tiles, hubby stood on it with his false foot and whoosh off he went, it's amazing how fast these little cars can go, he might as well have had roller skates on, it was only the breakfast bar that stopped him!  I know I shouldn't have but I couldn't stop laughing,  it's one of those moments that will go down in family history!  Needless to say he wasn't laughing.   So his teeth are collapsing now and we're off to the dentist at 5 pm.   I've been invited to a Spa evening at Pauline's house, I think that's code for wine and gossip.   I need pampering and should be really relaxed after the treatments and numerous glasses of wine.  Ta care all of you. 

I couldn't help laughikng either at your retelling of this, it would have been hilarious to anyone watching, although can understand your hubby not laughing or seeing the funny side of his mishap  I hope his teeth issue isn't as a result of his attempt at skating.  Take care.  Sue xx

I had a lovely night at the spa, bought miracle cure eye ointment,  need this after living daily with a cancer patient, lots of wine and giggles all round, actually when the others took their makeup off I felt quite good naked with a black eye, the others have spent too much time in the sun (that's my theory and yes I'm jealous! ).  Hubby comes to get me and it all goes down hill.  We've been invited out by one of our friends who was at the spa night with me,  no he doesn't want to go.  I set one foot in the house and I'm lambasted about the sausages I'd cooked for tea, I think because he had to wash the pan up he'd decided they were too greasy, so something else to add to his list of non foods.  I go quiet, what's wrong with you, so I tell him, needless to say he didn't like my answer! So back to moody man, I give up and go to bed, another good night ruined.  I don't know how to cope when he's like this, I say black,  he says white, you would think after nearly fifty years together I would know, but cancer is a game of its own, no rules to follow, very little help because you don't like telling people we know how hard it is.  So today I do zumba with a hangover,  fetch Mary's scales for him as they need to know his weight for the new ankle. Is it in pounds or kilos he asks,  how the hell should I know they're not mine!  Anyway he's 12 and a half stone, so all his weight back on from last year.  We've just had a ride to a garden centre to get us out the house.   Big mistake,  the wind is horrendous,  we had to do a U turn as a tree had fallen across the road,  then when we arrive at the garden centre, the power goes out and we can't buy anything.   On the way back I have to face the winds twice because we got branches stuck under the back of the car and then one jammed in the front grille and the sound of the dragging branches was terrible .   Anyway I haven't taken off , we're back home and I'm going nowhere!   See you tomorrow xx

I had put the bins out last night but they blew over so I dragged them back in.  This meant I had to get up early,  sweep the millions of leaves up, drag my neighbours bin out as they're in Cyprus, all done still wearing my pyjamas, my hair looks like I've been through a wind tunnel, so I make a cup of tea, , trudge upstairs with his and trying to be bright and breezy say it's a beautiful day, no wind and open the curtains.   He replied,  oh great, that was it, no thanks for the tea, thanks for being there, so that does it.  I'm off to Bowes museum for lunch and to see the famous photographer from Byker in Newcastle who photographed the fashion shows from 1954 until this year.  I had felt guilty about leaving hubby hone alone, but not after the miserable greeting this morning!   So I've had a marvellous day a lovely lunch, my best friend by my side and beautiful photographs to peruse.  I'm back home, he made it to the golf club but it poured down, the weather is obviously reflecting his mood!  I bought him decadent dark chocolate home so he's munching on that.  He'd met a long standing golf buddy who came over to tell him he'd had to put his wife of 44 years in a home yesterday,  she has dementia and was deemed unsafe to be left alone.  He broke down in tears and said it had only been one night but the house felt so empty.   You can be the nicest, kindest person ever but life kicks you in the goolies regardless,  why?  I never ask why me but when you see others suffering you lose your faith  a little.   On that sad note, take care all of you. Xx

So last night's tea went in the bin, it's a good job it was a ready made meal because if I'd spent time preparing it, it may well have gone on his head.  He says his stomach is bad from the greasy sausages,  so I recommend a light meal tonight,  but suddenly he remembered it's Friday and fish and  chip night,  so suddenly he feels better,  it's a miracle!  I've been to M & S and spent a fortune on ready made meals for him, fortunately the offer is three for ten pounds, so the freezer is stacked and my wine cupboard replenished.  I called at TK Maxx for some shower stuff walk back to the car,  open the boot and realise all the old clothes I'd taken were still in the boot  So another trek back there to drop them off.  His friend Don has rang saying Bob had fallen over in the greenhouse so he's gone to see him at Richmond,  Bob loves his whiskey, being Scottish so I'm sure a few of them will help ease the pain.  My last stich fell out today so apart from my bruise it's looking pretty good, let's hope my miracle eye cream does the job when it arrives.  The sky is bright blue from my front room window and we have a red admiral butterfly on the bushes,  how something as small and light doesn't get blown away in this wind is truly unbelievable, èven I struggled to not get blown over the other day.   Take care and see you tomorrow. X

Me too, you have inspired me.  My husband has had a scary diagnosis (pancreatic cancer) and I can foresee months of 'life with cancer' but your attitude has taught me so much.  Thank you. I've worn the battery out reading your wonderful blog.  Not at the end yet... Hope all is ok.