Thursday, October 05, 2006

Fattening up for Chemo

For some time now, my betrothed and I have been discussing 'fattening up for chemo'. I am officially at least a size 12 on my bottom half (size 16 in some quarters) and every time I see anyone I know 'Oh you look so well' code word 'You've put on weight'. A couple of weeks ago close friends directly asked if I was pregnant.

I've started taking one sugar in my tea (as opposed to half and trying to cut down). I've started drinking the government limit in alcohol - 14 units a week and I'm not taking much exercise. We're still eating like Kings - in fact better. I don't have any cold food whatsoever which is just how I like it. I know Gillian Mckeith would have something to say about that.

I tried on my mate's wedding dress a few days ago - whose brother used to nickname her 'Miss Piggy' and it was too small for me.

But I remember blaglady saying a few years ago that one puts on a dress size every decade so even without [non] intentional fattening up, I'm fine.

My paranoia about everything has completely dissipated too - I got a leaflet from Fulham about the risk factors for breast cancer. Basically nobody knows what causes it (just as I was told on day 1) and there's conflicting information about every risk - so you may as well relax and enjoy yourself. I'm not forcing myself to drink brocolli and sprout juice every 5 minutes, or cutting out dairy, or worrying about water or anything at all. I'm back on full strength deodorant, underwired bras, moderate drinking, wonderful food, you name it, I'm at it.


Phil said...

That's my girl! There's a lot of people who are interested in presenting hypothetical risks as genuine risk factors. If you listen to all of them you can't so much as breath in. Obvious risk factors include age, family history, obesity and smoking. Those risk factors have proper peer reviewed evidence. You've none of those. But you still got it. That doesn't mean it was your deoderant or the fact you eat meat or that you once went on a trampoline. It's just bad luck.
These people love telling cancer patients that it's their fault they've got cancer. That they should have known that they were'nt eating enough pomegranets and selenium and that now they had better eat a totally miserable diet as penence.

tatton said...

Yep, but I had the best luck in the world meeting you xxx