This week my friend and I (Cath at Oh Marvellous! fame) booked our spa day for December. This is to celebrate, if you can call it that, the end of her gruelling chemo and radiotherapy that she had to endure this year following the discovery of a lump in her breast back in February.
|Seeing as its Halloween tonight - this is a pic of 1970's horror top trump cards - pic ebay|
|These aren't trump cards but I did use to love playing this very set of Happy Families when I was younger|
I don't mind going to a spa - I like the treatments which, now buddy is going to pre-school, I will be able to have more of in the day at my local salon - but I don't like the walking around in your dressing gown. It just feels a bit weird. When I get up I don't tend to hang around in my sweats (my equivalent of pyjamas as I don't own a pair) I like to get showered, hair done, make up and away I go. Clearly its easier on the treatment front but eating my lunch in a white robe (why are they always white think a more flattering colour could be adopted?) also feels a bit odd.
I remember the spa day we had at The Sanctuary - we had this really lazy calm atmosphere walking around in our robes all day long - then, when it was time to go home, it was like a mass free for all. Everyone scurrying around in the locker room desperately trying to get to the mirrors, scrabbling to get their clothes on. It was like a frantic school trip at the swimming baths. The irony was not lost let me tell you. Then when you are released out into the wild reality hits you like a freight train and that calming day you just had evaporates within seconds.
Having said all that I am looking forward to our spa day. I've booked three treatments and Cath played her Top Trump Card when we 'liked' the spa on Facebook. They were offering up 2 free day passes and wanted reasons why you should win them. Instinctively I said to celebrate end of treatment and Cath whacked her trump card on the virtual table and said she was tired after all her treatments and here's my blog to prove it.
Needless to say we (the royal we) won the passes! Funnily enough there were no comments as to why people should win after she had written that. I think they had accepted defeat that cancer top trumped "me time" and "spending a day with my mum" hands down.
Cath later said "I don't really like using the cancer card you know" she has experienced unhelpful sales assistants, in particular, when she was purchasing a head scarf. When she said what it was for the transformation of the assistant was remarkable. She found it a bit sad that the sales assistant was mean up until the point she told her what the scarf was for as, quite rightly, shouldn't we all expect a good service. Equally I suppose you shouldn't just win something or get to go on a game show because you've had suffering in your life although it does help!
So was it unfair to play the Top Trump Card? After all the new mum would have welcomed the day off. Later on, whilst discussing the win Cath said "actually I don't care, I am tired, I do deserve it and I'm glad we won"