Why is it we always want what we can't have. I want my life back, I want my health back, I want my parents back. And I want my chemotherapy back.
I dragged myself down to the Royal Berks last Friday, not feeling brilliant, but at least this was chemo number 5 and at last the end was definitely in sight. Shock horror - on arrival, I was sent off to have my bloods redone as they were very low. Yet more waiting around…