128. NEBB

North East Breast Buddies (or as the husband of one member has aka'd us, North East Ball Breakers) lunch meet.  I pick K up and off we go.  I love K.  She’s the one that got me through the really hard times after chemo.  She would text me, encourage me to eat, tell me how well I was doing, tell me how long until the side effects started to wear off.  She’s younger than me by 7 years, but acts like a mum. 

I’m newish to this area and I’m not confident driving in town but K directs me.  She doesn’t drive though, so doesn’t totally get lanes and road directions.  We’re all over the road (although we ARE on the right one).  This, obviously, is a bit of a hindrance to the other road users and one takes it into her head to protest (mildly) with a bit of hand signalling.  K, little, quiet, unconfident K, winds her window down and lets forth a torrent of expletives that I’m shocked by.  ‘Well, I’m not having anyone treat you like that.’  Ah.  How sweet! 

When we arrive, I find out that the café we’re in is the lovely French one that I like.  Great coffee.   

There are only 4 of us, which is actually quite nice.  It’s possible to have a 4 way conversation.  W is there, the group member that has secondaries.  She appears to be handling it very well.  I know, though, how deceiving appearances can be.   

K doesn’t like too much cancer talk but there is quite a lot.  I think it’s fair enough.  W has enough to deal with and in her support group, probably does want to talk about it.  Her care team appear very hopeful that the chemo she’s on will be effective.  We discuss people we know who’ve had it that have had the cancer vanish.  It seems too much to hope for.  We also talk about ensuring there is lots of living going on instead of just worry and anxiety.