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  • Blog Post: Shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen

    I think we - that's the royal 'we', and I don't know why I do that, being as how I am actually common as muck - have to prepare ourselves for hair loss. Quite a lot came out when I washed it this morning - not clumps, but a good plugholeful of loose strands, which reminds me, I must clean...
  • 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: Sorry, Rudyard

    I wroted this for the 'Warped' group, but, since I haven't done much writing ( any writing, actually, other than one 300-word thing) this year, I may as well preserve it for posterity. If ... (the crabby remix) If you’ve been told you’ve cancer in your innards You’re...
  • Blog Post: These are better days

    Today is a red-letter day in the saga of Hilary versus the Churchill Hospital - which, btw, I am fairly sure is not supposed to be a contest. We had three slightly iffy things to do, all three of them turned out fine, and we were on our way back home in under two hours. Well, okay, when you say 'under...
  • 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: Eeeek-a-mouse!

    Yesterday got off to an overly dramatic start: *hunting growl* said one of the cats, and then vanished under my bed and made thumping noises for some time. "I hope that's not what I think it is," I thought but, of course, it was: when I went to look, there was a dead mouse! on my bedroom...
  • Blog Post: In which the bottom falls out of my world, or vice versa

    I suppose I was tempting fate the other day, talking about how well I was doing. Sure enough, yesterday I felt really bad - super-tired, with a very poorly tummy; almost certainly not cancer-related (I'm just going to have to be a lot more careful about what I eat), but having cancer makes everything...