New York, New York (I’d have named it twice too!)

I absolutely totally utterly love New York.  Ooh a bold statement indeed.  I love the buzz of the City.  I love that you are side-stepping your way on the sidewalk and that your feet hurt from walking soo far!  I love the noise and the sound of the fire engines as they blast their way through the traffic.  I love the gush of cold air through the subway tunnels.  I love seeing the steam rising from the manhole covers.  I love that everyone is busy and sometimes a little brash.  I love the New Yorkers and the way they truly want to show you the best things in their City and will talk at speed to get all the information into one sentence!  I love the height of the City, the skyline that often looks more like a music equalisers as it spikes.  I love the brownstones and townhouses that look as if from a movie and where I imagine the ‘neighbourhood’ hanging out with cold beers on the steps in the Summer months.

Hey, what can I say?  I love New York.

This trip I was fortunate enough to be able to stay in a friend’s apartment in W16th Street.  They’ve moved out of New York and are trying to sell the apartment.  The apartment looked like something more suited to a scene in Sex in the City… big rooms, double doors, stunning wooden parquet floors and fireplaces throughout.  Well it would, but there’s no furniture and just a healthy amount of New York dust settled on the floors and fireplaces.  Luckily enough for me friends had put an inflatable mattress and sleeping bag in there for me.  What a hoot.

Every morning I got ready and sashayed down the steps at the front of the beautiful brownstone building.  I must have looked as if I belonged and was ‘living it up’ in New York.  In reality I was peeling myself from the inflatable mattress and dressing out of my open suitcase – I’m guessing I couldn’t have invited anyone back!

I love it.

I’ve been to New York many times before and didn’t feel the need to go and revisit any of the tourist landmarks with the exception of one.  The World Trade Centre or Ground Zero.  I remember being in Sydney and coming in from a late night bar when I switched on the TV to see the second plane hit the second tower.  I remember scrambling for the computer to email my friends in New York and make sure they were OK.  I remember that night so clearly.  Sitting in the dark in Sydney watching and rewatching the news.  Worrying about friends in New York and waiting to receive news of them.

It was also the catalyst that led Mike to leave New York (he lost colleagues in the blast but fortunately hadn’t gone to work that day).  He came to Sydney where we met.  He needed to work it all through.  After sometime there, he had decided to take a job as a tourguide in Vietnam (his family had left as refugees when he was a child and hence ended up in New York).  In Vietnam he met the girl of his dreams and moved back to London.  I never got a chance to meet up with him in London and share a beer – he was on the tube that fateful day of the 7/7 bombings in London.

So for me the 9/11 Memorial is quite special.  I’ve been to the site since 9/11, when it was but dust, rubble and shards of metal.  Now it’s nearing completion and is a wonderful tribute.

9/11 Memorial – You need to arrange a visitor pass and despite the numbers of people visiting and the construction work going on around you, there is a sombre silence whilst visitors take in the memorials and remember.

I truly treated myself too on Thursday evening.  I knew Jen wouldn’t arrive until late into town so took the plunge and had booked up to see Aida at the Metropolitan.  I love opera and more to the point I love seeing operas in different opera houses and cities.  The Met though has already been one of those that I panic about the high ticket cost.  But to hell with it, I was going to do it… and I did!  Even better when I went to collect my ticket from the ticket office the delicious man behind the counter asked if I’d like a better seat?  “Of course” I said adding quickly that the seat I had was all I could afford.  He winked at me and momentarily left the desk.  On returning he passed me my ticket – dead centre and perfectly positioned, way better than I could have afforded.  What a treat.  The performance was incredible.  The stage was outstanding.  I think apart from the short intermissions where I felt compelled to have a glass of bubbles, I was transfixed by the performance with my eyes wide open and only the occasional gasp as I was captured by the music.  Incredible and so very worth the ‘investment’.    But even if you don’t like Opera, I would recommend a visit to the Opera house.  Utterly breathtaking.

Home to our lovely apartment in time to meet up with Jen and have a quick gossip before crashing out.

Jen had spotted an exhibition on whilst we were in town and we made our way up to Central Park.  Once again my relishing in the busy sidewalks and many people.

The Museum of the City of New York. An amazing exhibition “The Greatest Grid: The Master Plan of Manhattan” and ‘The Unfinished Grid: Design Speculations for Manhattan” which displays maps, plans, documents, and photographs before during and after Manhattan was created. Even as a visitor, it was thrilling to see how it was planned and created.

An added bonus was another exhibition currently on “Cecil Beaton: The New York Years”. Love his work so a huge bonus for me.

AND, as if the excitement wasn’t enough – there’s also the bestest ever dolls house… so intricate and even has some ‘original’ artwork (minature, of course) in the hallway.

Our feet were tired after all that walking and there really is only one place you must go when your feet feel like this.  Angel Feet in Greenwich Village for some reflexology.  Honestly I’m not a huge fan of reflexology as my feet are quick ticklish and at times painful but Oh My Word they’re incredible.  You’ll probably need to book but you won’t regret going.  (In fact between you and I, I managed to visit again before I left New York!)

After a quick shower and change we were introduced to an extraordinarily fabulous restaurant by our friend, Patricia.  OMG, if you’re in town, I heartily recommend Gradisca restaurant which you really have absolutely no excuse not to try – totally awesome and yes we did meet Mama.  What a wonderful evening of gossip, inspiration and incredible food.

At the end of my trip I took another friend Antonella to Gradisca.  Antonella is from an Italian family so I felt a little awkward suggesting this restaurant.  However Antonella and I not only got to have our photo taken with Mama but she was able to converse with Mama about the food.  Antonella was looking forward to introducing the restaurant to her own Mama – high praise indeed!

Patricia’s amazing.  She is responsible for Veronica Brett swimwear for breast cancer survivors.  Honestly they really are awesome and actually you don’t need to have had surgery to be able to wear them either – they’re stunning and I always get asked where my bikini is from when I’m wearing mine!  I’ve also seen how a bikini from this range can change someone’s confidence and outlook about themselves following surgery.  Incredible.  Read Jen’s article in Harpers Bazaar about Veronica Brett.

I also took a long walk along the Hudson River Greenway. You can access the waterfront walkway from all cross points along Chelsea/Greenwich. There’s heaps to see and do along the walk with much more in development and of course the views over the Hudson and back to the City and Financial district are well worth a walk (or a run).  Well worth a walk before or after that all important brunch.

If you’re looking to try the best New York bagel in town, check out Murray’s Bagels in Greenwich Village.  A very daunting prospect for us Brits though is the ordering.  There are a squillion different types of bagels and more fillings.  You’ve also got to order it quickly and I felt slightly under pressure… but the end result was abso-icking-lutely fantabulous.

I met up with an ex-London colleague for a drink and dinner at the Coffee Shop on Union Square, NYC.  Really buzzing and open 23 hours a day for that late night/early morning drink/coffee/meal!  Ooh and the mohitos are quite something… as is their seared rare peppered yellowfish tuna salad which is quite frankly utterly fantabulous.

The High Line walk in New York was (apparently) a must. Unfortunately I ran out of time but will definitely be doing this next visit…

In the middle of my New York trip I went with Jen to Ithaca where she now lives with her family.  Some great family time and always a joy to see her hubby and kids.  I got to see their schools and hang out with them.  Ithaca is usually known for just Cornell University.  But we discovered more…  We did a gorge walk in Robert H Treman State Park (or most of it as we had to turn back due to rocks falling and icy pathways – hehehe that’d be why we had to jump the ‘closed – out of season’ signs!) Stunning scenery and I can totally understand why many summer days could be lost in the Park and swimming in the waterfalls and pools.
Oh and we found the best coffees in Ithaca in the tattoo parlour… a tattoochino or a lattattoo?

I caught the Cornell bus back to the New York City.  What an easy way to travel to the City.  Last few days in New York, I wandered more of the City that I’d not seen or noticed in previous visits.  I caught up on the shopping list that I’d been asked to buy for friends and family.  Gradisca, Coffee Shop on Union, various art galleries, 5th Avenue, Macys, mani/pedi and of course Angel Feet.

Ran out of time, as usual, but so pleased I was able to catch up with the very wonderful Patricia Jenny Spencer A.j. Antonella Jake Jamie Ruby Ali…

Thank you all for making time for seeing me and having such an awesome time with you all. x

CT Scan

My medical excitement today was that I’ve been sent for a CT scan following my abdomen ultrasound.  I received a letter from the hospital to say that the ultrasonographer was concerned with a small area my right kidney and thought I should now have a CT scan to see if the worrying area can be seen better.

The ultrasound also identified simple cysts on my ovaries and the hospital advised that I should need to be rescanned in a couple of months to check if these cysts are changing.

Today though the CT scan is looking at my kidney.

Abdomen Ultrasound

Will this find out what’s going on?

Instructions for this appointment are that I needed to empty my bladder and hour and a half before my appointment and then refill it with 3 pints of water before my appointment… no more wees!  No eating 6 hours before either.  Ooooooh my, by the time my appointment was at 1pm, I was desperate for the loo and feeling a tad hungry!

The appointment was on time, quick and efficient.  I was pleased to hear that the ultrasonographer said I could go to the loo now and that the results would be sent through to my GP.

More waiting.

Scans

Hahaha don’t you just love hospital instructions!… I have more scans and one of my instructions is not to wear a corset!!

I hadn’t been thinking about wearing one but now the devil in me is sorely tempted!!!

OK so I didn’t but I did think about it! Here we go again, nervous once again just in case they find anything but also feeling like an old professional patient. 6-monthly checkup scans – this time only an ultrasound.

Boris Bikes, Bench and Bestest present

Quiet Christmas
Christmas day year was to be an individual affair. I had decided to make the most of a beautifully quiet Londontown.

This picture was taken of Wandsworth Common on Christmas Eve. Usually there are lots of children being walked or pushed around the common. People walking dogs in clusters of yummy mummys. Oh and the endless stream of people out jogging or working out with their personal trainers or even being put through their paces under the guidance of Military Fitness trainers. But today, just a few leaves blowing in the breeze and a couple of lucky seagulls seeking some food.

 

In the good old days, Sundays in central London were quiet and peaceful. You could walk through town without marauding crowds of shoppers. The pavements were your own and there was a silence in parts of London that is almost impossible to recreate in 2012. There was always something so wonderful about wrapping up warm and stomping through the streets of London on a blustery winter day, turning corners into little nooks of London that you’ve never taken the time to see before. Or on a rainy day, going out in wellies and spending the day jumping on and off pavements into puddles (much to the amusement of the rare passer-by). Now I suspect I’d be run over by the traffic or worse, locked up for splashing a passing car with my puddle-jumping!

So this Christmas Day I decided to attempt to recapture MY London. I wanted to spend some time at my bench in Berkeley Square and reflect on the year that’s been and the year to come. I wanted to discover yet more of London’s secrets. I wanted get lost in my own thoughts for the day whilst being surrounded by the splendour of London.

I headed into town and parked in Berkeley Square. Did I mention before how much I love this place? Truly, my perfect spot. Blissfully quieter than normal with only the odd ‘vroom’ of a taxi or Aston Martin zipping round the Square… but enough to add to the ambiance without disturbing my quiet. I was pleased to note that there were others enjoying the Square. A couple walking through, all dressed up and I suspect off to a grand Christmas luncheon somewhere. Another single gentleman of a certain age, sitting and contemplating. We nodded to one another a while later as he set off on his way.

After an hour or so I ventured in search of a Boris Bike rack. I thought it’d be a great time to attempt a Boris Bike in London. Less chance of killing myself or, indeed, taking out others on pavements, cyclepaths and roadways! It’s been a while since I’ve been on a bike, well more than a while actually.

I really hadn’t accounted for the others that had had a similar idea as I. I had to go to 3 different racks to find one with a bike for rent! You see, unlike the ‘way it was’, Christmas Day in Londontown was actually quite busy. Shops were even open. Not just coffee shops or restaurants but retail shops. I truly cannot put into words how disappointed I was to see them open. Surely there’s no need? Surely everyone has their Christmas shopping complete and tourists wouldn’t mind a quiet London and a day without shops for one day? 

 

However once I was in the saddle (so to speak), and on my way, I could lose the tourists. It was simple, I did what I do best – discover the little streets, the side alleys, the incy little places that in a sensible moment I shouldn’t venture in the dark… however it was daytime and a delight. I spent my journey with my nose in the air looking up at newly discovered buildings, new secrets, new windows, new architecture (all new to me but which had been there for centuries before).

London really is an awesome place when you get away from the tourists and the high street shops. It’s like an always giving gift, if only we took the time to open our eyes and look.

PS My bestest Christmas present was chosen and gifted by my nephew. When I spoke to him this morning and opened the present on the phone, he said it was so he could be with me all the time. I just love that boy x

Bench with Richard and Jason

Love love that friends visiting the UK over the Christmas season are sending me messages to meet up at my bench for bubbles.  I’m not sure quite what the offices workers in Berkeley Square think of this bird drinking bubbles at a Berkeley Square bench with so many people!

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GP

After the months of symptoms, pain and bleeding followed by the long wait for a colonoscopy and then finally procedure itself, I’ve made an appointment with my GP to discuss what next.

It’s difficult to explain how frustrating this all is and how close to tears I am, so often at the moment.  Having constant pain, worry about unexplained bleeding and feeling nauseous continually is no fun.  Although I know it’s not as bad as so many people live with their whole lives, I’m finding it increasingly difficult to do anything.

My appointment with the GP today had me in tears.  I’m frustrated, angry at delays and worried.  As the bleeding is now not only from my bottom, they’re going to send me for an ultrasound of my abdomen to see if they can see anything there.

Colonoscopy results

It’s difficult for me to understand the NHS sometimes.  I had my colonoscopy in June.  It had been requested many months before as an urgent appointment.  The results of which are only today to be shared with me.

Some people wonder why I’ve been quite quiet for the past several months.  Why I’ve not felt like doing too much or straying too far from home.  The symptoms have continued and at times I’ve wondered if I should call and ambulance and go to A&E the pain has been so bad.

Today I saw the consultant to get the results.  After all the worrying about this appointment, it, of course, showed nothing.  On arrival at the appointment, he made me feel like I was wasting his time.  He then proceeded to sit there for five minutes (whilst I sat patiently by the desk) whilst he read  my notes.  He then asked me lots of questions as it would appear that he only had a little bit of my notes with no record of cancer!  When I told him, he spent a few more minutes returning to the scan result pictures, as if he was viewing it very differently to a ‘healthy’ patient.  This wasn’t giving me a great deal of confidence.

Anyway, shortly thereafter he dismissed me.  He informed me that there was nothing to worry about and to go home.  I reiterated that I was still experiencing the symptoms to which he informed me that it wasn’t due to my bowel.  Such empathy NOT!

Oh and just because I can… here’s a picture of my bowel!  Cool huh?

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