Ding ding! Seconds out! Round 4!

Hello All!
So here I am, day 1 of my 4th cycle. Usual parking issues at RSCH today, along with the usual multiple stabbings before hitting the motherlode of a happy vein. Don't seem to be bruising too badly so far, tho. Mind you, still got bruises from 10 days ago. Saw the consultant today, too. Light chains are now within normal range - hurrah! Told him that I still hadn't made my final decision re allo, but I'm thinking that I might well go for it in the New Year. Based on that, he said that he'd probably want to do 6 cycles and then a reduced regime to take me through to the end of the year, just to be sure that I stay in remission up to the transplant. He wants to discuss this with the team at the Marsden first, tho. I'm about 75% sure I'll go through with it - still scary tho.
Had a fantastic week in Menorca with Em - It was our first time away on our own and it was great. The apartment was good - really clean and had air con, which was needed, cos it was incredibly hot - fabby! Lovely pool, with loads of sunloungers and umbrellas. Great to revisit Ciutadella - I love that little town; it's so beautiful. Would be fantastic to have a little bolt hole there - ah well, dream on!
Had an unbelievable journey home from Gatwick on Friday - took us 4 hours to get home, a journey of about 13 miles! Could have fucking walked it quicker! There was an accident just outside the North Terminal, effectively cutting it off. The powers that be didn't see fit to let anyone know, so I called my in-laws to come and pick us up, so they got caught up in the whole mess as well - took them over 4 hours to get back home, too. Em and I eventually got back by train - and what kind of fuckwit designed the station at Gatwick? Some of the platforms are only accessible from the station via a staircase - what a brilliant idea! In an airport station, where nearly all passengers have dirty great big suitcases. Fucking ace! There is a lift, but you have to go back into the scrum of the airport - beyond stupid. And you can imagine how busy the terminal building was, considering there was all the bodies from the North Terminal rammed in there too. I very nearly lost the plot, big time! Em heard some colourful language that day, I can tell you! Oh, and when we finally got to the platform, the bastard trains all stopped running - some track problem, or else they were just fucking with my head! Thankfully they started up again after about half an hour. Stressful end to a great holiday. Could have done without lugging a suitcase about, what with my dodgy shoulder and hip. Really knackered the next day!
Anyway, that's all the news that's for now, except to say that I'm still fat, but at least I'm brown, too! Even flab and "Tales of the Riverbank" cheeks look better with a tan!
Love, snogs and let's hope those light chains stay down!
Amanda xxx