Out of the house

I took my first ride alone on public transport on Friday, to the meeting with the Listening Blonde.  It was fine.  I felt fragile and still feel weepy so I'm glad I didn't come across any difficult situations that so easily arise when living in a busy city where people can be quite rude and mean.

The LB is much better in person than on the phone it has to be said.  She actually smiles and it's easier to talk to her.

She let me talk and she also talked a bit about the long term effects of cancer and how it's life-changing and I'll never be the same.  She didn't give me a hard time about looking at my ugly breasts, in fact she didn't talk about it.  I explained how destroyed I am that I have not one single item of clothing that looks anywhere near not bizzare on me in my wardrobe.  She advised me to use a handbag that went over my chest rather than on my shoulder.  I talked about a meal I'm going to with my friends this week and how I'm scared about how I'll look and how I can't find anything that looks ok on me.  She suggested wearing scarves and brooches to take the eye elsewhere.  Being as I'm not the Queen, I don't think a brooch is quite my look but I do have millions of scarves so I'm going to experiement with them.  She suggested planning my clothes well in advance.

I also went out for a sushi with the children and dh today then on to Decathlon for winter coat and flipper purchases for the kids not me (although I would relish an opportunity where I was required to wear flippers right now - maybe jumping off a jetty into a warm blue sea and swimming with the dolphins, yes I can dream).  I enjoyed the meal a lot but I had a lot of pain after sitting so long and my breasts hurt intensely at Decathlon and started oozing yellow liquid, in the end I couldn't walk I was in so much pain.  I was so glad to get home and slept for 2 hours afterwards.