So. Here I am. Tomorrow is treatment day. I can't believe its finally here, tomorrow I get cooked by xrays. Ho hum, time to man up, as the saying goes. I can't avoid it, I simply have to do it, if I'm going to get sick then so be it. I wouldn't mind if it was something I could spread about - misery loves company :-)
Instead let's think about what else tomorrow is. My fortieth is tomorrow. Actually, no its not. I can't think about my birthday, there is a dirty great cloud over tomorrow and I don't want it to spoil it. My birthday is now going to be in the summer, when I am not feeling ill because of the damned treatments to kill the cancer. The cancer has taken so much, changed so much, I'm not going to let it take my birthday too. I am following the queen this year, I'm going to have a birthday that those that want to can celebrate with me, rather than looking at me and seeing someone with cancer. That's not me, I am the person who beat cancer. At least I will be in a few weeks. Then I will think about my birthday.
