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 just that extra bit worse.
Understatement of the year.
Judy's well-meaning suggestion of an omelette from the Chinese…
The whole point and purpose of this blog, or diary, or whatever it is, is to keep a record of how I feel, and what progress I'm making - or not making. If I don't keep it up to date, it will have no point or purpose at all. Exactly like the rest of my life.
*cue the wailing of a tiny violin*
So, let us take stock:
- Tiredness: this is ongoing. I believe it has less to do with the cancer and much more to do…
My resolution to keep an up-to-date diary seems to have gone the way of the dodo of late. Must. Try. Harder. Otherwise how will people know I'm being brave and cheerful, as per the required specifications?
Too tired and sick to post yesterday, so let us travel into the distant mists of 24 hours past ...
*wibbly-wobbly time-travel music*
I've now got the date of my next appointment at the Churchill - which I suppose will be to discuss chemotherapy. (And what of my pleural effusion? What of that? Has it been forgotten again??) The appointment is for 12 September - almost three weeks away. No urgency, then.
Now, I…
Hi, how are you? Remember me? The 'pleasant' middle-aged lady who had the exploratory laparoscopy? I haven't seen or heard from you for a whole week, so I think you might've forgotten me again. Either way, that's seven whole days for me to build up a whole steam of resentment.
Let's begin with the lead-in time. You guys know I've got cancer - yes? That's why you're going to do this op. So, it's a given…
