Last time I wrote I was 7 days into an isolation period. One that we’d chosen to take to try to keep Nick and the children safe from the risk of corona virus, after I’d been to hospital for treatment. I was feeling pretty low at the time, but thankfully managed to pull myself out of that and get myself together for when I came out of isolation on day 12 – last Saturday. How nice was that….lots of hugs and family time!
A consequence of the steroids I take, being in isolation, and being under ‘lockdown’….and a total lack of willpower when it comes to being stuck inside with cupboards containing anything edible, have meant that I have put on a HUGE amount of weight since July when I started my chemo. So last week, I had decided to start running with my son…to help him with his #15B415 challenge of running 15km in 2 days, and also to help with a challenge I’ve set up to get friends and family to walk/run 50,000km by the end of the year.
And it was great. He was so motivating when we ran and was really trying to help me improve as he knew how important it was to me. But unfortunately, on Monday while I was running, there was a sudden crack and my foot went. Those of you who have known me for a while, know this isn’t a sound that is unknown to me as I think I’ve broken my foot five times now in the past seven years! This was the second time I’ve broken my fifth metatarsal though and it seems to hurt far more than every other time.
It’s been a strange decision as to what to do though. With Covid-19 on the scene, and the fact we’ve been isolating so carefully for the past 7 weeks now, it wasn’t an automatic decision to go to hospital. In fact, if I’d had to go to A&E I wouldn’t have risked it. In the end Nick took me to the minor injuries fully masked and gloved, and with hand gel.
We also made the decision that we would NOT isolate this time round. It would have involved 3 weeks and, with Nick having to take me to hospital three times in one week, felt like it wouldn’t have made sense. I’ve also been finding things emotionally hard in the past few days (not helped by watching series 2 of After Life – brilliantly funny but also terribly sad and too close to home for me on many levels). The idea of spending 3 weeks pretty much on my own, filled me with dread, so I was really pleased when Nick (and the kids) agreed that they didn’t want me to go into isolation again. So keep your fingers crossed that I don’t pick anything up!
So for the time being, I am sat here with my foot up and making the most of children being around to make cups of tea (inbetween home schooling of course!). However, I’d like to stress I’m also trying to keep doing things as much as I can – even made a fruit crumble cake today! Hopefully six weeks will fly by and my foot will heal quickly!!