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  • Blog Post: In which they are out for my blood

    Actually, it's the other way round: they are going to give me some. But I anticipate myself ... When last seen, we (that's me, as usual) were in a miserable, grumpy sort of mood. There had, in fact, been actual tears - not many, but a few - and this is rare, because we may be a bit daft but...
  • Blog Post: My baby, she has restless nights

    Every day I make my bed neatly, smooth down the duvet, tuck it down the side of the bed and the footboard. And every morning I wake up cocooned in a 30-tog pretzel with my feet sticking out. I don't know what I dream about, but it must be very exciting. It's a pity I don't remember, I...
  • Blog Post: Here comes the flood

    Please ignore yesterday's post. We've spent the day at the Churchill, first discussing cancer treatment, as scheduled, then in the pleural clinic for the all-clear from Dr Naj. We didn't get it. The lung's filled up again. So, I'm being admitted to hospital on Wednesday, and...
  • Blog Post: What we don't talk about when we talk about cancer

    While I'm waiting to go into hospital - probably; the Churchill seems to be at complete cross-purposes with what we were originally told - I'm going to say a couple of things you're not supposed to say. #1: Why me?! The obvious answer is 'why not?' But, in theory, I should have...
  • Blog Post: Transports of delight

    "Don't catch the bus!" they said, "the hospital will provide transport!" I had to have a blood transfusion yesterday, you see, and Judy was away in London at a conference so she couldn't give me a lift. Here's what would have happened if I'd caught the bus. I...
  • Blog Post: Monday morning couldn't guarantee

    I honestly don't know why I don't just go and live in the Churchill. Well, I do know, it's a bit bleak and my house is much nicer, plus it's a bugger to get a bed. But for all the time I spend there, I might as well move in. I'm already due for chemo on the 15th, and on the 18th I...
  • Blog Post: Ten days that signally failed to shake the world

    WARNING: CONTAINS VOMIT. This is old news now but, as I've said before, there's no point in keeping a cancer blog if I don't keep it up to date. (There isn't much point to it either way, but let that pass.) So, I can't be bothered to do the wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey special...
  • Blog Post: The small picture

    Sometimes, as the actress has no doubt said to the Bishop many times, it's the little things that matter. When it comes to the big stuff - oh, let us say, for the sake of argument, sitting down one day in a clinic and being told that there is a crab eating away at your insides - then it's easy...
  • Blog Post: There's no place like home (click, click)

    Back from hospital. Finally. My, that was a long five days. Maybe because it was ten. So glad to be reunited with my own THINGS, and be able to read any book I like, and to make a cup of tea and not have to wait for the trolley, and to huggle my cats, and be away from the hospital SMELL. Also happy to...
  • Blog Post: The kindness of strangers

    People send me cards from time to time. Sometimes they're people I don't even know, other than from the internet. I got one of these today, and the timing couldn't have been better; I had another panic attack last night, and was in a bad state. Luckily I was able to see an emergency doctor...