Well, I was right and chemo begins again on Monday, with another different drug, which means the hospital every day for 5 days, which would be ok if it wasn't 25 miles each way! then 2 weeks off. CT scan after 3 treatments, to see what is happening, which means book it after 2 so they can see me before 4! I'm really getting the hang of this now. We went to see the oncologist on Thursday then came away to see friends and make the most of time, but after going out yesterday I feel too shattered today, so I'm stuck in the motorhome feeling sorry for myself while my husband has gone for a walk. My friend I haven't seen for 2 years is actually in a worse state than me, and nobody can define what is the cause of her origin problems, which are now multiplying, but they can't do anything until they know the reason. Do I fell myself lucky that at least I know my problems? Who is better off? Me knowing my fate eventually, or her hoping and praying they can find the cause? Makes you wonder.
