Post 82: Another good day.
When my mind is not full of self-advocacy, it’s a good day.
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If it wasn’t for last night’s continual, brief—but necessary—bladder events every hour and a half, I’d...
Post 81: No Pain but Very Tired.
A peaceful day started well and ended early.
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After only a few hours out of bed today, the logical conclusion is that chemo is giving both the cancer and my body a thorough workout.
That, in i...
Post 80: A Quiet Start to Tricycle Two.
BP: perfect
Hair: greased up
Pain: none
Appetite: great
Anything else: Titus returns
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Awakening on the first morning after the second infusion of Carboplatin was a dream.
I knew...
Post 79: Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy.
The end justifies the means; all’s well that ends well…
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As you can imagine, being asked after half an hour in the local chemo Day Unit, “We’re not sure why you’re here — wh...
Post 78: Bloods and a Bus Ride.
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When faced with a challenge, think quickly and decisively.
(And then… try not to lose your cool when the bus is early; or late?)
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My Darling came downstairs looking like she’d stepped out of a glos...
