Post 66: Quietly, the Week Ends.
Not much happened today.
Friday was… okay, I suppose — if you don’t count the two-hour episode of AFib that crept in mid-afternoon, just as Big Sis left for home.
It’s my sisters birthday t...
Post 65: Good and Bad News
I don’t feel like writing much today — I’ve been left a little deflated after yesterday’s unexpected phone call from Dr S, my consultant cardiologist.
It was a surprise, in the best way, that he r...
Post 64: Another setback
“You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated.” – Maya Angelou
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With a run of bad juju lasting too long, it’s starting to feel like there’s no beating my ...
Post 63: Three days to go and all’s well
When I say three days, I mean three days till it’s a week after the last A&E visit for another AFib — which will trigger a review of the date at which I can resume the chemo.
That said...
Post 62: Tired with 4 days to go.
Yesterday was a day of counselling and self-advocacy, but it really needed to be the other way around; to help digest the disappointment.
This morning I’ve woken to the birds chirping and lightness behind th...
