Post 456: Some days are easier than others.
When you lose track of the days, and the cat crying outside the bedroom window at 6.30 am is driving you mad, the tendency is to think, what’s my life like when one day is so much like another?
How to...
Post 455: My shoulder is great thanks to rest.
At twenty to eleven I thought I’d better ask My Darling if she was touching base with her mates down at Slimming World, so I stood at the bedroom door and called to her.
I shouldn’t have done...
Post 454: Focal therapy sounds good…
My constant friend is the TV remote.
I realise now, more than ever, that the world passes by on the TVs in our home.
We are not news people.
We mainly watch Netflix, so does that make us Flixers?
Only jokin...
Post 453: Try to see the positives, Mr U.
When you run out of pills of a certain persuasion it’s often your own fault, and today was the last Ramipril. I thought the worst.
Not only that, but the managers at work kept saying helpful things abou...
Post 452: Independence is all I need.
When all is said and done, the loss of independence is the single most worrying loss during cancer, and I want it back.
Finding things to do becomes the preserve of the afflicted, and the years of declining stren...
