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 ...
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 tho...
Post 61: 5 days till Chemo.
BP:
Resting pulse: 46 bpm
Other things: pills are good
Although I’ve been here before, it’s never mattered so much — 5 days to go.
The weekend’s gone without any dramas a...
Post 60: Six Days to Go.
The long, deep sleep I had yesterday helped me feel healthier.
After so many disturbed nights in hospital recently, it’s a real comfort to be back in my own bed—with my own toilet just down the hall. It’s t...
