Post 152: After the Lord Mayor’s Show…
Life’s rollercoaster.
Up and down I go with unerring frequency — and right now, it’s not an easy thing to cope with.
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I looked out of the bathroom window to...
Post 151: Two units of your best, please.
After a week of tension, the day finally came for a boost of super-human blood at the Medical Day Unit — if only I could find the ward.
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Waking up early to catch the worm was the...
Post 150: Groundhog Day, again.
Where did the week go? It’s Thursday and I’m convinced it’s Wednesday. Oops! Maybe I’m losing it.
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Let’s forget about today. Honestly, just re-read yesterday’...
Post 149: Brain-fog and tiredness on boring day 3.
The chemo conveyor belt is a loop of misery and repetition, with barely a pause to contemplate what’s really happening to you.
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With nothing much to do but work my way d...
Post 148: Rosy cheeks and rest.
Yesterday my mental balance was broken, but today I was steady and uplifted.
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You can’t really tell how you are until you’ve stood up and had a good scratch. Apart from the right sho...
