Post 130: Food, pain and more food.
Our travels through this world can be very tiresome sometimes.
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Fourth day after chemo and the steroids are gone, and the pains are back down both flanks.
I stayed in bed all day, not becau...
Post 129: Tiredness ensues and a (poetic) text to Kev.
Easy Sundays aren’t always easy.
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The good news was that the cat, Mr V, had none of his cat-flatulence of yesterday, which was the best news in my opinion. Otherwise...
Post 128: “Webbles wobble but they don’t fall down”.
The above catchphrase to a child’s toy I never had but have never forgotten and is a very positive message — and thank you, Puddock, for yesterday’s blog reply....
Post 127: Lost and Found.
When sorrow flies into your mouth and fills you with quietness, talking is slowed until tears have flowed.
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Tears of joy and grief beset us yesterday, but the day was honestly a good day.
Thank you&n...
Post 126: I’m trying, I’m crying, I’m writing.
Where do I start to unpack the last few days?
Life’s not fair — but that’s life.
I’ll leave it packed for now.9
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I’ve been reading some of the newbies&...
