I could really shake myself by the scruff of the neck, boot myself up the hind quarters, give myself a talking to, tell myself to stop feeling sorry for myself, feel disgusted at my self-pity and wallowing. I try to be positive in my blogs but hell..........
Today, a dear friend was talking about her radiotherapy programme.(She and my man used to wave at each other across the chemo suite.) I am sad and sickened by the…
