The week of the 6th of September is going to be one of the most important weeks of my life…..if not ‘the‘ most important. For two very different reasons, and if you don’t mind I shall only briefly mention the first reason (I am sure I shall be dedicating plenty of typing-time to it in the future) before delighting in the second, infinitely more joyful news.
So News story #1 -Two weeks tomorrow, on Tuesday 7th September I will attend the Breast Clinic for my pathology results and treatment plan. Wilhamina (and a portion of her surroundings) is currently languishing in a tupperware type bowl being poked and stared at and receiving the attention she craves from Beaker from the Muppet Show (or at least that is the picture I have in my head). The results from this poking and staring could be either
a) Good – everything is gone; no further treatment needed
b) Average – further treatment needed, lets get on with it, bob’s your uncle
c) Bloody hell we have to go back in and remove further boobage and then get on with months of treatment.
I am sure there are various other possible scenario’s but information from the hospital is scarce at this time and information from the net is quite frankly confusing, scary and overwhelming. I look and read and then wish I hadn’t as what-is-the-point-when-I-don’t-yet-know-the-results-anyway. I do this before logging back in and reading more information in an effort to be prepared and aware of all the potential outcomes – before again logging off in a confused, scared and overwhelmed state of mind. Again. Gosh it is going to be a long 2 weeks. I am told this is the worst time. You don’t say.
News Story #2 WE ARE GETTING MARRIED!!! Sorry for shouting. I am quite excited. You may remember we were due to be getting married on 2nd October of this year in a tiny wee church in Scotland with reception to follow in the village hall. Make do and mend, DIY, completely hand-done, simple and twee – lovely. Then our plans had to change (the second time we have had to cancel) and we were both heartbroken.
The next day we picked ourselves up, stopped whinging about how devastated we were and decided to go ahead with a wedding date anyway. So for the last couple of weeks we have been putting it all in place. The new date is Friday 10th September at the local registry office with a few folks to celebrate with us. We are having a simple high tea back at the house, organised by lovely friends; photography kindly provided for by a friend of a friend and staying in a hotel down the road. I will wear a vintage dress I already own, flowers picked from the garden, perhaps make a wee hair accessory and wear a smile from ear to ear (and lots of waterproof mascara).
The ironic thing is that in all our efforts to bring a sense of the 1930’s/40’s sensibilities to our original wedding plans – we could not be closer to that ‘cheap as chips, no extra’s, simple as can be’ type of wedding if we tried. With the reminiscence work that I do I often hear tales of weddings organised in a week, wearing the sunday dress and suit and a scoffing a victoria sponge back at the house with a glass of sherry, so it seems perfectly appropriate. We couldn’t be happier. WE ARE GETTING MARRIED!! (sorry, I know I said that already…)
Not everyone that I would want to be there, can be there unfortunately. There will be family and friends who will be greatly missed on the 10th. But once I am through this ‘blip’ we will be having the wedding blessed in the original church with a party afterwards – much to the original plans that we had, sometime next year.
It is so difficult not to fall into corny, overused, fluffy, sentimental blubber-speak at the moment. I have always known that I have the best partner, family and friends – there is no great revelation there. Now I just have the perfect reason to broadcast it to all and sundry and not give two hoots who minds.