So what's been occurring...
Saturday we went to The Leela Palace Hotel in Bangalore. Beautiful hotel and amazing gardens.
He'll kill me but, Dad had a blast...
Shall I take it off?? Naaaah....
Sunday we shared our breakfast table with a fella from Nigeria, an attorney who moonlights as a lay preacher.
Lovely man, so interesting to listen to. After sharing breakfast we shared a prayer where he asked God to look after us and to be honest, it felt really nice. My first transcendental moment, it's never too late to appreciate the power of prayer, whoever you pray to. Just as long as you open your mind a bit.
After that we went to Bangalores Botanical Gardens which were built by the British Raj. I'm starting to wonder if the Indians should be bearing a certain amount of ill will, but they don't.
Saw some Monkeys!
I wish wish wish I could have got a picture of this...
My parents sitting on a bench taking in the view.
An Indian lady wearing the most beautiful Sari comes up to the bench and starts edging my Mum over.
So we think that she must want a picture RIGHT THERE and my mum moves over. The womans husband holds up his camera and she strikes a pose.
The Husband gestures again, and the woman stands up and plonks herself in between my parents, Husband and Wife are all smiles and he takes the photo! We're all laughing now! There clearly aren't that many white people visiting Bangalore at the moment! My second transcendental moment, humour has no language barrier. It's something shared and for that moment is a connection between us as humans.
Back at the Hotel we have dinner where we chat to a family from Bahrain, not Oman as we thought. Lovely people again, we talked much about their country. They speak perfect English and as they are talking I can't get the Frys Turkish Delight advert out of my head. Go figure..
They NEVER have rain there so it was so funny to see them run out on to the terrace and dance in the rain when the heavens opened.
The TV choice that night in the restaurant was Indias Junior Pop Idol!
There was a point where the kids were doing their thing and the Mums were crying. Tonight I've just Skyped my youngest and previously my other three.
My third transcendental moment, a Mum is a Mum and a Dad is Dad. Doesn't matter where you are and what language you speak, that completely all consuming love for your babies transcendendts absolutely everything else.
So my new motto in Bangalore is get in, get done, get out, get home. I need to be home with my babies!
Even the beautiful towel sculptures that the chamber staff make couldn't keep me here..
As for HSCT...
Today I saw Dr Amit, a man who I am sure has looks that cover up his older years. He looks so young!
I had to have blood tests to see if the injections are working. He was looking for some elevated white blood cell numbers and the verdict is YES! It's working!
So now I am booked in for my Central Venous Catheter, a nice big tube in my jugular on Weds to have my stem cells harvested Thurs and Fri.
I'm really hoping that after what will be a successful stem cell collection he won't make me hang around for too long before I go in for the chemo that is going to boot this crappy MS from my body. But, I hear he likes to give you a rest after stem cell collection.
I'll be an inpatient from Weds afternoon til Friday. I'm hoping I can arrange internet access so we can stay in touch.
Take care guys and thank you so much for being around!
Saturday we went to The Leela Palace Hotel in Bangalore. Beautiful hotel and amazing gardens.
He'll kill me but, Dad had a blast...
Shall I take it off?? Naaaah....
Sunday we shared our breakfast table with a fella from Nigeria, an attorney who moonlights as a lay preacher.
Lovely man, so interesting to listen to. After sharing breakfast we shared a prayer where he asked God to look after us and to be honest, it felt really nice. My first transcendental moment, it's never too late to appreciate the power of prayer, whoever you pray to. Just as long as you open your mind a bit.
After that we went to Bangalores Botanical Gardens which were built by the British Raj. I'm starting to wonder if the Indians should be bearing a certain amount of ill will, but they don't.
Saw some Monkeys!
I wish wish wish I could have got a picture of this...
My parents sitting on a bench taking in the view.
An Indian lady wearing the most beautiful Sari comes up to the bench and starts edging my Mum over.
So we think that she must want a picture RIGHT THERE and my mum moves over. The womans husband holds up his camera and she strikes a pose.
The Husband gestures again, and the woman stands up and plonks herself in between my parents, Husband and Wife are all smiles and he takes the photo! We're all laughing now! There clearly aren't that many white people visiting Bangalore at the moment! My second transcendental moment, humour has no language barrier. It's something shared and for that moment is a connection between us as humans.
Back at the Hotel we have dinner where we chat to a family from Bahrain, not Oman as we thought. Lovely people again, we talked much about their country. They speak perfect English and as they are talking I can't get the Frys Turkish Delight advert out of my head. Go figure..
They NEVER have rain there so it was so funny to see them run out on to the terrace and dance in the rain when the heavens opened.
The TV choice that night in the restaurant was Indias Junior Pop Idol!
There was a point where the kids were doing their thing and the Mums were crying. Tonight I've just Skyped my youngest and previously my other three.
My third transcendental moment, a Mum is a Mum and a Dad is Dad. Doesn't matter where you are and what language you speak, that completely all consuming love for your babies transcendendts absolutely everything else.
So my new motto in Bangalore is get in, get done, get out, get home. I need to be home with my babies!
Even the beautiful towel sculptures that the chamber staff make couldn't keep me here..
As for HSCT...
Today I saw Dr Amit, a man who I am sure has looks that cover up his older years. He looks so young!
I had to have blood tests to see if the injections are working. He was looking for some elevated white blood cell numbers and the verdict is YES! It's working!
So now I am booked in for my Central Venous Catheter, a nice big tube in my jugular on Weds to have my stem cells harvested Thurs and Fri.
I'm really hoping that after what will be a successful stem cell collection he won't make me hang around for too long before I go in for the chemo that is going to boot this crappy MS from my body. But, I hear he likes to give you a rest after stem cell collection.
I'll be an inpatient from Weds afternoon til Friday. I'm hoping I can arrange internet access so we can stay in touch.
Take care guys and thank you so much for being around!
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