Post 78: Bloods and a Bus Ride.
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When faced with a challenge, think quickly and decisively.
(And then… try not to lose your cool when the bus is early; or late?)
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My Darling came downstairs looking like she’d stepped out of a glos...
Post 77: A lazy day with a hospital twist.
Weight: stable
Blood pressure: good
Hair: coiffured (with a hint of aging despair)
Today started as all the best ones do — under a duvet, mid-episode of a mu...
Post 76: I’ve not cried much lately, I must be stronger.
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With Thursday’s chemotherapy now firmly booked, and my A&E visits becoming just ghostly memories, it’s finally time to breathe again. To prepare. To face the next roun...
Post 75: Another week.
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It is the start of another week
Chemo is the one thing I seek
I only hope my heart stays strong
Right can now replace the wrong
After months of indecision
Finally, there’s a good decision
To stop the cancer growing ...
Post 74: Thunder in my Back, Sunshine in Farewells.
The visitors had a good send-off, but my back pain stayed.
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My Darling slept well and woke up in high spirits, smiling at the sound of our visitors already bustling about do...
