Post 163: Observations of Mr U and his ups and downs.
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I’ll take over from here.
I’ll keep an eye on him until he’s fit enough to do this himself.
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The hop-on, hop-off part of this stor...
Post 162: Happy days are here again.
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Some days it’s better to go back to bed, but that isn’t the easy option now — and the odd lie won’t hurt. (The happy days are certainly not here yet.)
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Post 161: No real post today.
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Life is cruel.
Metaphorically, I’ve been hit by the bus .
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All of my body feels like I’ve been in a severe accident — bruising across ribs and chest, back...
Post 160: If you’re already low; please skip this post!
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After two days (and the night in between) of increased struggles with stuff like putting on my dressing gown and getting on and off the loo — due to throbbing...
Post 159: Another 29 days and this blog will end.
That’s if the flipin’ chemo ever ends.
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Four weeks — Monday the official end of the treatment — will herald a sigh of relief from my Darling and me, but...
