It was the first time I've been back since that fateful first mammogram, in January 2018.
Amazing weekend with my son...tennis, dumplings, Puma and Liberty!
As he's currently living in Germany I don't get to see him very often, so these times are special.
Ahhh, Liberty...
When it comes to Liberty, I'm like a homing pigeon on a mission!
An obsession that started in the 1980s, as a sixteen year old at Art School, and continued throughout the decades.
I love Liberty, and my bank card took a hammering in the fabric department.
So now my shelves are groaning under the weight of all the fabric, my head is full of ideas, but my body is distinctly lacking in oomph.
I blame winter.
Love winter layers, the feel of tactile wool, the glow of fairy lights, but I have a definite aversion to the cold, the Welsh drizzle and five o'clock darkness.
Completely unmotivated this week.
It's a combination of the bitter cold outside, the excitement of rediscovering London and starting letrozole.
London marked another cancer milestone for me.
(There have been many!)
This was the first time since chemo
That no one looking at me would think of it as chemo curls, just hair in need of a good cut!
Looking at my unruly curls growing out in all directions and my too long and wispy fringe, I started to remember chemo baldness fondly.
I haven't had a short hairstyle since I was five years old, but the positive thing that came out of losing my hair last year was that it opened up hair options that I'd never considered before.
So...short as short can be!
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| Liberty sunflowers, Liberty camera strap. |
