So two days later. Christmas done, emotions dealt recycling bins filled.
What's left I find myself thinking?
Hmm answers on a postcard please to: London W1A 4WW.
I guess I need to set some new targets. OK obviously. New Year 1st. Daughter s 18th on February would be wonderful
Treatment in a bit of limbo at the moment. However someone must be planning something as they called and a sled me in for a scan next week. So guessing oncologist will want to see Mr the following Monday. Then I guess comes the big reveal what has eighteen weeks of chemotherapy achieved? And what comes next?
Wife off out to the gym. Normality precedes apace all around me as I sit and ponder.
Sorry not so entertaining today but feeling a tad poignant this morning(of course it could have been the tequila)
K x
