Post 88: A Legend and a Pain.
Rain, rain, go away… come back another day.
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The day ended with a sharp jab of pain — one minute I was fine, the next I couldn’t get into bed without wincing and cursing. The f...
Post 87: Camping and Christmas?
Looking forward and not looking back is the best medicine – if you can bear to?
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My sister’s eyes well up when I get too honest about how things really are in my medical world. I su...
Post 86: Not the best first flight.
Some days are better than others — (U2)
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Not having had much pain in my life until now, I’m a bit of a newcomer to this world of recurring discomfort.
I’ve been lucky. I&...
Post 85: Thunderstorm Sounds.
It’s the seventh day and all is well — but it’s the eighth day I’ve got my eye on, if last cycle is anything to go by.
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I’ve been musing over how I feel about this ...
Post 84: A Nice Cool Breeze.
I had a day of relaxation with my old pal, Mr Vicious.
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Not a lot is supposed to happen on any day during the three-week stretches between Carboplatin cycles — so I’m quite pleased to ...
