I made it to Jewish Book Week, and people said, "you look so well, it must be some consolation to you." And this is funny, because last week, my oncologist was away, and so in the midst of last week's medical crisis I was seen by another oncologist who said, "goodness, you look absolutely fine, you don't need any of this urgent medical treatment." Then, later that day, they called me to say the operation was being scheduled "immediately".
"Oh, why the turnaround?" I said.
"Your blood counts," they answered grimly.
Yesterday I saw my oncologist again, back from his week's holiday - most of which, I have to say, he spent reassuring me down a crackly phone line - and I asked him again, what had changed everybody's mind, after the stand-in oncologist pronounced me fit and healthy-looking. "The count had jumped 40 points, which is a lot," he said.
So, for the record, allow me to tell you how it's done. I did - by the way - tell the stand-in oncologist this; I said, 'you know, I'm wearing make-up'....
It's like this: Creme de la Mer the treatment fluid foundation (expensive but worth every penny); Rimmel Volume Flash instant thickening mascara; Mac Illusionary Burning Ambition eyeshadow (that's green/gold in non-makeup speak), and Boots No 7 Moisture Drench lipstick on lips and cheeks.
And before I went out to JBW I had to lie on my bed without moving for a full forty-five minutes, and when I came home from doing the talk I shook and shook for about thirty minutes. But for a while there in the middle of the day, I was fine, and it's nice to be reminded what normal is like. Tomorrow I start the tykerb/lapatinib cure...