A couple of posts ago I said I was ‘drawing a line’ under the Big Breast Adventure in an attempt to get on with my life. While part of that statement still holds true, the fact that I shall never really be done with this ramble has recently come to the fore. Thankfully this reassertion has been more with a whimper than a bang, but it’s a whimper nonetheless. In order to explain I have to go back to well before the start of the Big Breast Adventure.
Happy anniversary to me! I’ve just celebrated one year of taking a daily dose of tamoxifen and I can attest (smiling through gritted teeth) that the side effects are well set in and do not appear to be going anywhere any time soon. Yeah, yeah – I know this drug is protecting me from a relapse in my cancer but as I found with chemo, the side effects of tamoxifen seem to work counter to the whole process of getting well – in psychological terms for me at least.
The 10th and final day of the tour, folks, and Wollongong – perhaps the most famous of ‘Ongs – is where we find ourselves. We bunked down just north of the ‘Gongs city centre on the shore of the pictureseque North Beach, which not so long ago segregated bathing for men and women. There were different changing sheds and bathings times of day for both genders, all of whom were garbed in neck to knee costumes which we doubt had anything at all to do with sun protection! Continue Reading