The Lisp Party

I started to write a list of all the 'lasts' I had today. Last time P will snuggle on 'that' side with me in bed for ages, last time T and I will play tennis for a while...

Bloody depressing. Made me cry and I wasn't even listening to the crappy songs I usually rely on to access my waterworks.

So instead I started planning my disfigurement party - somewhere in between the bouts of chemo we'll have a party and everyone has to come with a disfiguring, or obvious affliction or ailment. With just one boob and no hair I'll be sorted but I might speak with a lisp the whole night just to make it more challenging.

Scars would be fun, crutches on the dancefloor compulsory, stammers for the speechmakers, and I do hope that more than one person brings Tourettes.

Perhaps you could all come as the worst thing that's ever happened to you: broken leg, chicken pox, herpes, heart attack, first marriage, etc...

At least one of my friends will be there as a haemorrhoid. See, cheered up already.