Over the last 8 months, I have been battling breast cancer. There is now quite a bit less of me than there was when I started, and I’m not just referring to my hair loss. Two weeks ago, I had my last chemotherapy treatment, my prognosis is good, and I have a final bout of reconstruction to look forward to before starting endocrine therapy as the last part of kicking cancer into touch.
I’ve always been a bath girl, not a shower woman. Showers have their place, but in my book you can’t beat a good old soak in the bath.
Up to your chin in bubbles of scented loveliness, the world drifts away and my sanity is restored. Or it would be if I didn’t live on a Royal Air Force station, 500 yards from the end of the runway.
When I started my chemotherapy in November last year, the cancer care team were keen to emphasise the importance of stress management in the process. We discussed various options, and my already significant bathing habit was pronounced a definite plus in the stress management regime. So I stocked up with all manner of lovely stress relieving products – lavender bubble bath, lavender soap, lavender essential oil/body lotion/hand cream/candles – you get the drift.
I run my training business from home, so I planned to involve a daily stress relieving bathe into my wellness programme (which also involved chocolate, jelly babies & wine). What I hadn’t taken into account was the RAF failing to take into account that the flying programme needed to stop at 4.30pm in order for my stress levels to fall! Sitting in a beautifully scented bath, candles lit, book at the ready, sounds utterly blissfull until 3 aircraft are on the taxiway or threshold working up to take off.
Once they’ve gone, you of course then have the inevitable wait for them to come back. At warp factor snot, directly over the top of the house.
No amount of lavender oil can deal with that!
I gave in, and moved bathtime to after 5pm……
Guest Post by Sheena – My blog is http://sdwhyatt.wordpress.com/