Floatation Therapy

I have just had one of the most relaxing experiences ever!! It’s called floatation therapy and a 1 hour float is the equivalent to 4 hours sleep. The water is 25cms deep and contains 525kg of magnesium rich Epsom salts. 

I was shown into a room that had what I could only describe as some weird spaceship in it – it was actually the floatation tank. It’s like a huge bath with a lid and colour changing mood lights. 

After being run through the do’s and dont’s, I was left to put my swim wear on and have a quick shower. It’s important to dry your face well before getting in because the Epsom salts can crystallise quickly. I opened the lid and climbed in. 

The water was warm and my legs were already wanting to float. I closed the lid – it felt a little claustrophobic but then I remembered that I’m a hardened MRI expert and being enclosed in one of those is much worse!! 

I pressed the button on the side to choose my light setting – I went for the Northern Light option (seeing those is on my bucket list). I laid back and it took me a good few minutes to find a comfortable float position. I started with my hands behind my head but didn’t feel as though I was completely relaxed so I changed position and just had my arms at the side of my body. Tbh, my limbs kind of found their own comfy position, my head lolled backwards and I floated quite happily for the duration. 

It was an odd experience. I went in with a busy brain, thinking of 101 things that I need to do/buy/tidy. Once I was floating I found it extremely difficult to think of anything. It was like my brain had completely shut down and was also enjoying the sensation. 

Before I knew it, the music signalling 5 minutes started playing and that was the end of my float. I could have laid there all day! 

Getting out wasn’t very graceful! I’d been weightless for the last hour so I had to haul myself over the side and into the shower to wash the salts off before I resembled some sort of salty statue! 

It was an amazing experience and I will definitely be going back. 



Today my kids have driven me to tears. No matter what i try – days out, sunny holidays, Pokemon hunting, trips to the park and ice creams, they argue, bitch and moan constantly. 

Today I’ve had enough. 

I get tired a lot more easily since my diagnosis but I find the school holidays extremely tiring. Days out take planning and 2 days to recover after. Even walking hurts at the moment. We’ve just been to Majorca but even that was ruined by them moaning. So much for feeling relaxed and refreshed!! 

Facebook is full of families having wonderful times, enjoying the sunny weather and all I want to do is lock mine in a cupboard (jokes) (ok, no jokes). 

I seriously don’t have the energy and I’m not sure how much more I can take. I’ve just washed up the lunch things that Gracie left because she ‘doesn’t like washing up’. Do you know what?! Neither do I!! 

I feel like runnning away so that someone else has to deal with the shit and see that I’m not making it up, exaggerating or being miserable. I’d like to see someone else cope with them for more than 24 hrs, which is the break I get when they’re at their Dads (12 of those, they’re sleeping!) 

I know kids will be kids but seriously, I have had enough. 

Now this is a bit deep but I seriously wonder what the point of life is. It’s certainly not fun. I’m living with secondary breast cancer and everyday just feels like an uphill battle. I’m not afraid of when the time comes. In fact, I’m quite looking forward to the rest. 

 All I do is to try and give them nice things, days out, those all important memories. I don’t know why I bother, I really don’t.

But hey ho. Tomorrow is another day and all that shizz. And tomorrow is Friday – my evening off. Only 24 hours to go – Yes I’m counting!!