Post 143: A quiet meeting of minds.
Dr S inquired, and I sat, listened, and taught too.
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I’ll start at the end and then fill out the gaps.
As I slowly pushed up out of the chair to end this meeting, and to end the discus...
Post 142: What could possibly go wrong?
One sleep to go till the pow-wow and my brain has stopped functioning, it’s too full of questionable questions.
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I snuck downstairs and settled in the comfy rocker after giving Mr ...
Post 141: Tea and cake, chatty chat chat.
Morphine helps with reducing pain, but it clouds and confuses my mind.
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I wake up with only one thing on my mind!
No, it’s not sex. Although I wish it was.
Gone are the days whe...
Post 140: So how long have I got?
What would I do without the community forum, in my life, to react to?
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My life outside my Darling and Mr Vicious is a small life without many interactions with other humans – you might e...
Post 139: What quality of life?
Some days are better than others — I’d rather forget this one.
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When you wake up with pains that make you want to cry, you know the truth: you are unwell and the cancer is progressi...
