Monday, February 05, 2007

Quiet Quent

Quent started his 48th year as he has started most of the previous ones - by overdoing it! (No surprise there, then). That week (the week before last), he worked full time, went to a Scout Committee meeting, drove to Preston, ran Explorer Scouts, stayed up late with his brother, DJ-ed a party and did some DIY at a rental property. He enjoyed it all, but by Sunday he looked ill and exhausted. The night sweats, which were very severe before his operation, have started again.

To be fair, he had been looking and feeling so well, I think we all forgot we were mid-battle and let our hair down.

I certainly don't want to stop Quent doing all the things he loves, but his body is just about the only weapon we have in our fights against the pesky spots, so we have to look after it. Someone told me it is my job to set the ground-rules, as "Quent has no idea how to slow down". I think the term is tough love, but I am not feeling very tough at the moment so bossy love will have to do.

The new groundrules are as follows:

  1. Aim for 65 to 70 hours' sleep a week. This last week, Quent stuck to this rule and is looking much better (helped by a very restful weekend with friends in Bath).
  2. Get back to the good diet. It slipped over Christmas and between leftovers and birthdays, we still had cakes and snacks in the house in late January. This last week I have been juicing, chopping and blending and am now starting wholesome baking (sugar-, wheat-, dairy- free cakes).
  3. 30 mins of gentle exercise (walking or swimming) at least 5 times a week.

Living a full and fun life is important for our other weapon, Quent's positive mental attitude. Trying to fit everything in will, at times, be a challenge. Quent is trying to work from home a couple of days a week, which should help as it will save 4-6 hours of driving.

We are hoping that the treatment will be easier to bear and the outcome more positive if he is as strong as possible before it starts. It's a bit like a marathon training programme, I guess. So far so good - he's now over 12 stone and the more he rests, the better he looks.

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hiya Helen trying to keep Qwent non active must be one of the biggest tasks I've ever heard. Good to hear to that he's putting on weight and both birthdays went well.
Just make sure dad doesn't teach son things like how to brew beer at school...and forget to allow for expansion etc. I'll let Qwent explain that one whilst he'll no doubt laugh recalling the memories.

Hope to see the 3 of you soon, Bob and Lesley

Monday, February 05, 2007 11:18:00 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Mmmmm Helen may need to be bossy?.... compute.... should nt be a problem Hel - just imagine he works for you...

see y later

lots of love to all 3 of you

phil c

Tuesday, February 06, 2007 12:41:00 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hello my lovely neighbours and thank you for the yummy 'nuts', they went down a treat - very thoughtful. As for Quent's manic week, even reading it made me exhausted!

There will always be a queue for Quent
And we all want him feeling 100 per cent
Go a bit slower, no-one will mind
Or I'll come 'round and kick your behind.

J xxx

Wednesday, February 07, 2007 11:34:00 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm not sure my previous comments got posted but I have to say reading the "adventures of Q" made me feel slightly ashamed!!

Here I am worrying about a simple hernia op and taking it easy, when this giant of a man is facing huge adversity with incredible courage.

He is, as you are H incredible people. Lots of great thoughts and tons of love from The Wimpy Les, Sarah and Ellie. xxxx

Thursday, February 08, 2007 8:46:00 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Bob, there was absolutely nothing wrong with the theory for brewing beer at school, we blamed it on faulty equipment! Besides the malt aroma lent a certain something to the atmosphere in the lighting gantry.
Qube, just caught up with your situation and there is nothing I can say. The hug theory is a good one, my Mum really enjoyed the one you gave her in the middle of Tesco's when she was ill.

Sounds like you have a gem for a wife.

Cheers,
Andy W

Tuesday, February 27, 2007 1:38:00 pm  

Post a Comment

<< Home