Post 5: Five hours of fun.
It’s the day My Darling has been dreading, she’s up at a quarter before eight to make me a light porridge breakfast. I guess it’ll be a while till we get home from the the first infusion, which sounds mor...
Post 4: Tea cups and Tricycles.
Chemo minus one day. I’m fine.
My darling looks fine on the outside—but unset jelly on the inside.
The family came to visit yesterday. All nine of them: brother and wife and kids, sister and hubby, our yo...
Post 3: Beep! Beep! Beep!
I know I’m not an early riser. The 10:30 pill call is all I live for—not!
But it’s all I have, so I’d better get up and face the realities of our cruel world.
I cast my mind’s eye across my la...
Post 2: 3 Days to Chemo
Only three days remain. I’m lying here like a fish in a bucket, waiting for processing.
I’m in bed actually, lying in is warmth, but not as warm as when my darling’s here beside me. That could change in thr...
Four days to go. Am I bovered? Damn right I am.
My wife of 34 years (and 10 months), and our cat Stormy (who I’d gladly divorce), are currently unaware of this blog and my honest thoughts.
Me, I’m a long-serving mechanical engineer and...
