If we're not connected on Facebook and I haven't yet stopped you in the street to tell you ever so unsubtly I am going to be on the telly, well, there you go....i'm going to be on.the.TELLY!
I don't even care that my five minutes of fame has arrived at a time I am bald and have THE biggest dark circles around my eyes seeing as the only other times I have been on TV is on the opening credits of Newsnight when I was 12 and when I won a writing competition on Teletext when I was at middle school. I wasn't on the screen for that one, just my piece about My New Year's Resolution and I remember having to hold and unhold the screen for what seemed like an eternity before it rolled around to my bit.
So today a lovely reporter from BBC South East came and interviewed me about the financial pressures us cancer patients endure. I also wangled in about the blog and i'm not afraid to admit I hope it picks up some more readers along the way because it's a bit of a pick me up to see how many times each post gets read. So far, since it started in November, the blog's been read in excess of 18000 times. This blog. The one you're reading now. The one that I wrote. I'm just a little bit proud!
So today Child 2, who is poorly with a nasty cold, was bribed with sandwiches and Netflix in a tent while mummy had her moment in front of the camera. It should be airing later this week so keep your eyes peeled!
After skirting with fame it was time to head to the hospital for a chemo review. Round three starts on Wednesday and then i'm halfway home. I've been told the next three will come with the addition of painkillers as the aches and pains can get pretty intense. But as I said to my sister earlier in a dodgy BA Baracas accent: 'i'll give you pain, Chemo Fool!'