Post 50: Complications & Compliments.
My head’s swimming again—but now it’s with questions about the escalation of my AFib, and what that means for me, My Darling, and the cancer.
Last night, just after my soup and toast supp...
Post 49: The Registrar calls.
BP: All over the place
Flushes: Annoying as ever
Anything else: The TV still works
We all need a dangling carrot to help sustain our mood and drive.
With the thoughts of two cancelled holidays to Italy and I...
Post 48: Unsure certainty.
The life we travellers lead gets all messed up when we’re waiting for tests and results.
All our hardwired defences unravel, and our soft bits are laid bare.
We become nervous and scared again—just like the la...
Post 47: Groundhog Day at A&E.
Yesterday was another long one.
It started badly, became a great day for a walk, and then descended into a tiresome medical irritation.
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My Darling looked at me with a strange seriousness in ...
Post 46: A More Restful Day.
The best medicine is good rest.
Last night, my left arm—just below the shoulder where the shingles jab went in—was a proper nightmare. I woke early and, stupidly, didn’t reach for any paracetamol to e...
