Life after treatment is of course, wonderful but also strangely empty. Maybe I have a type of Stockhausen syndrome and perversely miss the constant attention of being a patient. I definitely DO NOT miss chemo and actually even though the radiographers
were lovely I don't miss radiotherapy either. But I do feel a little abandoned.
To make up for this I went to the BAFTAs this weekend - accompanied by my friend Vincenzo and the rest of the family. Em was nominated as Best Actress for her stellar performance
in Saving Mr Banks.
I was lent some beautiful diamonds form Boodles a jewellery shop that has been in existence since the Eighteenth century. The set was called Aurora and consisted of over 60 individual yellow, rose and white 3 carat diamonds
and hundreds of smaller ones. I wore earrings, necklace and a bracelet and the whole value was around half a million pounds! They came complete with a security guard who delivered them to the house and picked them up from me at the end of the evening (2am).
I felt like a princess. Ironically everything else I was wearing (dress, fake fur wrap and shoes) were off the high street. And as you can see I even have some hair so I wore a little beaded band in it to distract from the shortness.
didn't know I had cancer just thought I had gone for a radical haircut...bless them.
Gaia was dressed by Top Shop and looked amazing. Tindy wore a velvet dark green smoking jacket and Greg wore a beautiful DJ. Vincenzo was in Armani and Em was in a
gorgeous red dress from Maria Grachvogel.
We partied with Tom Hanks and his wife Rita, Leonardo, Christoph Waltz, Maggie Gyllenhaal and a host of other lovelies, but having had to get ready at 3pm and leave by 4.30pm we didn't eat until 11.30pm
and by 1am we were all shattered and crept home to have cheese on toast and champagne in our pjs whilst waiting for the security guard to come and take away our diamonds.
So now back to normal life. Phew.