Dance in my pants anti-sickness (aka nettle knickers) was about as useful as a paper umbrella.
I woke from my snooze, disoriented but feeling ok. Tentatively, I did a mental inventory, everything seemed to be in working order, none of my organs had spontaneously melted away due to the chemo cocktail.
I even felt brave enough to have some tea and toast.
I was walking around as if a war mine was encased within me…
