:0( I din't go to SC4A!!!

I woke this morning, with an hour and a half to go, before My lift collected me. And fair enough my lift was from Rocky who occasionally supports my friend Dave the lovely Dave :) At Cycling with Confidence (All the different cycling groups have new names :) but they all do the same) Anyway Rocky, would normally cycle to Hillsborough, but hearing of my plight, offered to take me s'times. Which was so very kind of him. Anyway with sore 'Tits' 'Breasts' 'Boobs'??? Mmmmm, what shall I call em today? I quite like 'Lovely Jubbilies' but I think it's a Tit day!!! But I was feeling sorry for myself, and sore, unattractive, and a bit 'Vinegar Tits!!'

So, I didn't go to Hillsborough today, an no one from SC4A, missed me, they coped!!!

Hi Kevin, will you do me a guest blog, about Disability Cycling in Germany please?? :)

My Lymph Nodes, and arms like turkey necks

I was told by Mr Kohlhardt, a rather small man with small hands, which I imagined cupping my rather large breasts :) a strange vision. The nurses had told me, that he was impeccable in his neatness, and took a pride in his workman ship. Well in 95% of cases, but unfortunately, I was the 5%, that wasn't impeccable!!  I'm sure you would not believe my bad luck?! Life is so very unfair. I really am not smiling at all :( But I went in the shower tonight, and half my bicep rises up, and is very muscley a bit popeye like. and as if taught by a band the other half of my bicep hangs down, like a mirror image nearly.

Life's a bit shit really. but at least I have it!!

But I have got an appointment in his Clinic on Thursday the 7th.

And if they'd said to me, Oh well we can test your lymph nodes to see if it has spread? But your muscles will collapse, but you'll live??? I know what I'd have said???.....just do it.

So now, I've wiped my tears, and ready for another day, at Sheffield Cycle 4 All tomorrow,  I will probably spend my time, drinking coffee, but I know I won't?? After, the nice messages, I've had from folk, I will have to say hello to everyone.

I THINK I'm going to Nottingham on Saturday the 9th, for the Meet and Greet the Tea\m of Games Starters, who are facilitating the Cerebral Palsy World Games. Of which I have been chosen to be one. It's very exciting!!! It could nearly occupy my thoughts, if it wasn't for C!!!

To Do or not to Do???

I have been lucky enough to be selected, as a Games Starter, for the Cerebal Palsey World Games in Nottingham this year. Mmmmm I don't know, I mean I'd love to, how exciting!! But what with the BBig C and chemo...?

I feel a rite tit!!

Most of the time!!!! with my right palm of my hand , always making sure my clothes and the medical dressings are protecting - a bit, but it does get so that that won't do, and is replaced by stumpy fingers - a pen- scissors. My wound is sending me bonkers. :(

I was contacted by the Cerebal Palsy World Games today, about training to be a games starter. For the World Games in August, but I've told them I'm not doing it. Which is such a shame :(

I went for lunch today, with my mate Anj, who had really hurt herself. I wish I could help her, cos she's always there for me. But Amazingly I cycled!!!! and felt really safe, but my wound is F* itching like bilio. And when I'm dancing roumd the frame of Ziggy to get on and off.

What A Day -

It looked like great fun, for 1000 people, really proving that in Sheffield really is 4 All :)

Thanks to Stuart Ritson, who managed to pull off, what I have done before but with a harder Cycle - see top picture to0 raise publicity for SC4A. I aint really communicated, with folk, because I'm pretty self o0bsessed at the moment. And that's why Saturday was a pretty major day for me, because I was discharged from hospital, after just one night. Having undergone a Lumpectomy, on my Right Tit!!! or Breast, if Im being proper.

I woke up from the General Anaesthetic, immediately looked down at my chest. And well Ive still got a cleavage! So there is hope, although I have big thick wads of dressing filling out the divet that's there(apparently)

I had to smile at the young nurse, who admitted me to the ward, bless her she can't have been older than 25. She saw me and quickly took my bed, rammed it up to the wall, and plug sockets, and lowering my back rest, screaming her eyes blown, her left eye!! I felt like going along with it for a while, but the thought of electric pads, made me say 'Hey' I'm ok honest!! But even when I said that I was ok, she said 'Yes but you don't know what'sw happened to your eye' 'Urrrrr, I think I do I replied' :D

Im unworthy!!!

The world is full of very beautiful folk, most of who cycle :0) But saying that I've got lovely folk looking after me tomorrow. Who thankfully drive and are taking me to the hospital for my operation.

I'm having my right tit chopped at 12.30 tomorrow :( My beautiful breasts!! or breast.

So think of me chicks. I do intend to be fine, and have infact booked community transport to take me next week.

It was great today, really lovely and sunny, lots of happy people.

It's Me!!!

 

Can you see the resemblance? Apart from the very obvious bottom heavy one!!!

 

I just keep falling, I'm not really aware of going dizzy as such, but my balance is totally 'shot to bits'

 

I phoned the Cancer nurse today, and had a long chat, about it because I am concerned, that this was exactly what happened with my Dad. Who died at the age of 80, of Liver Cancer. Which is pretty good going, as he too had Brain Damage, sustained by a Traumatic Brain Injury. And if you have sustained a brain injury, your life expectancy is reduced, by 12 years on average. Apart from my Dad not having Breast Cancer! (which isn't as strange as it sounds) My Dad and I have an uncannily similar medical history.

 

On Monday, I kind of fell forwards for no reason, and landed on my Gorgeous Trike, it's when I feel safest is when I'm grounded on my trike. But getting on and off is a different matter. Ziggy (my trike) is really low to the ground, and it's definitely down to skill and practise and not stomach muscles that makes me just find it a doddle normally, despite my disability.

 

Let me tell you what happened yesterday, to enthuse all my cycling buddies. 

Firstly, I don't very often know what day, it is at the moment. I hate feeling like this it's doing my cake hole in, and really worrying me, I usually have to be organised, with my life. After waiting in all day for a Washing Machine repair man, I rang them angrily at 4.30, wondering if he was coming? ' Yes Madam, he'll be with you tomorrow, as planned' :D What an arse!!!! I am getting to the point honestly!! Anyway, I had to dash to the co-op on Ziggy, and because I haven't got my pedal assist fitted anymore, I really go slowly up the hill. Good job too because as I got to the top, the rear of my trike, began to move sidewards, and back again. A very strange sensation. So I pulled in and parked up, only to discover, my back wheel was loose!!! (I might usually say it had come off) but I am prone to exag

 

gerate. So I searched my girly hand bag, and found a spanner set!!! and fixed it!!!! all by myself!!!! I'm mighty proud. Although I will get it checked over tomorrow, at Sheffield Cycling 4 All, at Hillsborough Park between 10-3. :)

 

Hey I'm right pleased to read, that SC4A are taking part in the Space 4 Cycling on Saturday the 25th, in Sheffield. I'm not able to go I will be recovering from my Operation in Hospital. If any cyclists can help out by escorting the Side by Side Tandam, into town from Hillsborough Park, can you meet at Hillsborough Park, at 9.15 am please. And check our new website out athttp://sheffieldcycling4all.org/ designed by our newest committee member Stuart Ritson.

I've just thought this isn't me at all, cos Mr Wobbly CAN'T fall down!!!

 

 

It's a start

I don't know where to start??

It will get interesting and even colourful, I promise. If you stay with it, my adventures aren't always to do with Cycling with a Disability, but that's what I do and what I have. But hopefully, I am a bit more than that too.

February 2013, metaphorically speaking I was like the girl in the Elastoplast advert, merrily skipping along 'Skip, Skip, Trrrrrrrrrriiiip' only it took, a bit more than an Elastoplast to mend my broken Tibia and Fibula. In fact 5 months of 18 pins and 3 steel rings through and around my very  sensitive leg.

I am coming back honest!!!!

Technological problems are rife, with me at the moment. But in the great scheme of things, real life has taught me, that they don't really matter. And I don't mean that to sound all sad, the opposite in fact.

I will catch you regularly if you are reading this :)

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