Post 357: An early call settles nerves but ends in tears, happy tears.
A Saturday morning and I’ve just had my 8am pills. Usually it would be time for some rewind TV before settling down until I’m ready to fill Mr Vicious’ blue pla...
Post 356: Volunteering tax misdemeanour, and Big Sis.
I feel like a fraud today for two reasons. Firstly, a tax issue I’m having sleepless nights over, and secondly the fact that I feel like I’m not ill.
How is it that sometimes there&r...
Post 355: The day for me to be honest with my oncologist and myself.
The roads were busy on the way to the appointment. We were running late and more temporary traffic lights blocked our way and slowed us down. We got there eventually, only to find ...
Post 354: Beds, chairs and teriyaki tofu.
With tomorrow’s oncology meeting in mind I’m struggling to find anything concrete to note down to remember to say.
That’s a good problem to have but you never know what around the corner.
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Post 353: Asking for help in the garden, and getting caught in the headlights.
Spring cleaning has to be one of the strangest — and most satisfying — urges of the year.
It just arrives.
Out of nowhere, there’s this pull to sort th...
