Finding Our Senses of Tumour 2011

I doth return! And what a weekend it proved to be. The beautiful photo above was taken after I may or may not have consumed a bit o' vodka. As I write this I'm not entirely sure how I managed to stay awake for the whole thing, possibly something to do with that extremely stubborn side of me sending my eyelids death threats. It all started with about 18 of us being stuffed in a matchbox sized minibus. Making friends here was not an option as our hips and shoulders rubbed like a polisher's cloth. Upon arriving at Center Parcs, Sherwood Forest the weather was cold, freezing, arctic and really rather nippy. Introductions and hellos from all the organisers happened, followed by buffettttttttt (can't beat a buffet, even if you can't eat much of it, staring lovingly at it pretty much had to do) and a disco. You will be amazed to hear that I danced to two songs, not to mention doing a whole Jacko song on the wii when we got back to the chalet. Massive leg hangover ensued in the morning, walking was a bit like walking through saws, but still, it's all my fault for letting my stupidity beat me legs into a pulp. Lots of photos now, before I forget, just to confuse you. Here we all are at the table, looking handsome as always-



Because of our coolness the girls of the outfit were soon promoted to the cancer royalty-



This one was supposed to have our cancer fireworks in the background, but failed a bit miserabley...



After leaving the party two hours early this is us all chilling in the chalet. If you're wondering why I'm wearing heels with pj bottoms, that'll be because Center Parks is around 95% mud and I wanted to show off my shiny new shoes without wearing them out and destroying them. Also note my fat arse slowly returning :D



So yeah, three days, 400 people from all over the country (And Sweden, randomly. Until the last night I thought they were saying Swindon really badly... :S), many talks, one massage, a thousand potatoes later, all is good. My chronology is as shit as always so I think I'll be a lazy shittttt and make some highlights and lowlights and all that jizz jazz.

Tippety top-
* Having meals consisting almost entirely of garlic bread and potatoes. And almost getting my 5 meats a day on Friday. I was just one prawn away. One damn prawn.
* Vodka.
* FREE STUFF. There was free stuff aplenty, we went so far as to make it our mission to get as much free as possible. I was simply devastated when my goody bag didn't contain any JLS or Glee cds (I mean, as if it's not bad enough we've all got cancer, they gave us Glee cds), so to console myself I went about obtaining pens. 25+ later, I was a happy happy bunny.
* Having two young men in my bedroom until 3am ;)
* Sharing my knickers with others. We were searching for the remote and I was on me knees in a rather unflattering position looking under the sofa, showing more pants than I'd like to (my arse is no longer a size 8, but my pjs are), so someone was like "I bet the rest of them walk through the door Constanze", and so obviously the rest of the posse (not possum) did. Redfacedstanze. This was more of an embarasslight than anything.

Shittety Slop-
* The massage. I can see why girls and people and stuff like them, but for me it was just a bit peculiar. Stripping down and getting greased up with strangers is a little bit intimate for me thanks.
* Being a bit too ill to enjoy it fully. I think this was the case for a lot of us- it was a pretty demanding schedule considering how ill we all were. With my right foot it was a small miracle I made it to the venue each morning without falling in a bush and being raped by a rabbit.
* Sitting through all the irrelevant talks about things I know and things I've already had done and whatnot. Like sitting listening to a speech about how most cancer patients are made completely infertile and I'm sat there like I am you big smell stop trying to confuzzle me.
* Obtaining a massive ulcer and medium sore throat... Please go away, me no want swabs.

And that, I think is all. Well, it's not, that's just all I can remember right now with my crap memory, there will probably be random memories spurting out in blog posts for the next rtwo months. I went knowing no one and came back knowing many, good stuff. Just when I'd dragged myself out of bed this morning (it was actually the afternoon, but that just makes me sound terrible) the new doctor phoned with a surprise bone marrow extraction for me. Where there is gain, there must be pain.

Laters gators. Nap time.

Constantinople.

P.s The bottom photo is us all about to get picked up and leave. What a motley crew we are.

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