Post 115: Summer storms and significant smiles.
Spirits can soar once freedom is restored—with surprising speed.
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While yesterdays storm blew overhead I was reminded of a trip to Ireland 37 years ago (this week) to atte...
Post 114: Nurse Darling, take a bow.
After nearly a week of serious pain, I think we’re now getting on top of it.
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A meaningful smile is such a little thing, but in reality, such a hard thing to maintain when you’...
Post 113: Mr U is a Macmillan guest blogger.
Whether or not anyone reads my blog is not important—writing it helps me get through some of the ups and downs of my personal cancer travels.
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Nurse Darling has been put to th...
Post 112: Treadmill set-up & morphine day one
I feel like my life has reduced to watching life go by while I sit in pain.
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After the new-usual struggle out of bed and the careful descent downstairs to my comfy rocker, I pu...
Post 111: The pain is just bearable.
Chronic pain is something other people have—
until now.
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My mother-that-didn’t-give-birth-to-me, Peta, arrived on time today and stayed for a few hours, chatting and catching up...
