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...
Post 158: Rest, recovery and recollections.
I don’t often re-read the blog after it’s been uploaded, but sadly I did yesterday and got a real shock from its incoherent wanderings. Perhaps I was more ill than I thought I was, or perhaps I...
Post 157: Dr S and I have a frank and friendly chat — then a family ride out.
In the end, it’s great to know you can chat about anything you like and perhaps get your expectations out for a dust-off.
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Last night wa...
Post 156: Alternative reality causes confusion.
Waking up in the darkness with a warm hand on my lower back suggests my Darling is already aware of my pains — so why am I so pained and confused?
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After a decent day where...
Post 155: If I’m not feeling myself, who am I feeling?
The cuts and bruises are healing up fast from the feline attack, but the mental scars will be there for a long time to come.
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This tangled web we weave has left me u...
