Day 79 or thereabouts!!

Today is Sunday, May 14th. Or at least it will be once I fall back to sleep and wake up again. ( it is currently 2:30am!)
  I'm not sure what actually woke me up but it was either the stiff neck that has been bothering me or the pain from the kidney stent. The latter has been somewhat worse of late, with increased hematuria, which I can probably blame on the radiation treatment.
 It is, for what it is worth, Mother's Day in Canada. That Day having taken place several weeks ago in the UK. I've never figured out why the difference, nor do I really care. Susanna has the day off so we will probably join 'the masses" and head out for lunch together, along with Matthew if he hasn't stayed up all night watching endless episodes of whatever. Speaking of which, I just finished watching Series Four of Game of Thrones. I have Series 1-6 on disk and have been watching it over the course of my treatments.
  Fortunately my treatments will end soon. I'm not sure the same can be said for G of T, which, I understand will be dragged out for another 2 years on HBO.
  Monday will mark my final encounter with the giant metal alien that has been irradiating my tumour on an an almost daily basis for the last 4 weeks. Or should I say, irradiating the part of my body where the tumour had been located as, apparently, it is now no longer there.
  It will be great to walk out of the Cancer Centre on Monday with the hope that I wont be back. Obviously I  will have to do some follow ups but the first is not for three months. Far enough away that I wont have to think about it for a while.
  Wednesday will require a follow up of my other cancer situation and so Matt and I will drive to Toronto for a visit with the ophth. department at St Mike's clinic. Normally I would go on my own but the examinations of late have been messing with my vision as they dilate both eyes, making the drive home ( west, into the sunset) rather difficult. Hence the need for Matthew as a driver on the return trip. His driving style tends to take a few years off my life and if I had any, I'm sure my hair would be grayer by the time we returned to London. I have to admit, he inherited it from me but I feel more in control when I have a steering wheel in my hands.
   The part about not having hair is now not strictly true as I have a slight covering of "fuzz" where my afro used to be. Also my facial hair is now returning to a normal growth pattern now that it has been almost 2 months since my chemo ended and I am now back to shaving every other day as opposed to once weekly.
   Hopefully I the rest of the week will see me returning to work for a couple of shifts as I try to ramp up to a full day from the current 4.5-5 hour shifts that I have been working. Suffice to say that the last 4 months has been an interesting primer in getting used to life as a retiree. With barely 45 hours under my belt since the diagnosis in January, I can hardly consider myself working any more. Looking back, that is a major contrast to my schedule as a Shoppers Associate when, in 2005 my average week would be close to double those hours. Thankfully those days are over, but perhaps I will get back to a happy medium before the summer concludes.
  Even though I have been "off" for the last 4 months my body feels like it has been working overtime and so I have been giving some thought to a vacation of some type once I have recovered from the stent surgery. I haven't decided what or where yet, but I am giving some thought to a road trip to either Winnipeg or perhaps into the States for a quick trip to the East Coast. As I plan to take Docie along for the ride, the hard part will be finding hotels that will allow animals to stay, although at 5 pounds, soaking wet, I cant see her being much of a bother. More on that decision as the end of May approaches. My current priority is getting back to sleep before the sun comes up.