As of midday today I was 50% through my course of chemo. After taking my evening dose I am into the second half.
It’s been a long stretch. But the worst is past. I’ve had two of the three infusions and I am just finishing the down part of the second cycle. But it’s hard.
Food tastes wierd. I am permanently tired, and every meal has to be assessed if it is near enough to 9am/9pm to allow me to take my tablets within 30 minutes after a meal.
And Oh I am so tired. Today I had a bath and after drying myself sat on my bed for nearly an hour trying to get enough willpower to stand up and get dressed.
But talking to others at the Christie I am having it easy. They are being taken to A&E for emergency treatment, and pulled off the chemo altogether.
Still the photos from yesterday appear to have produced the expected set of ribald remarks, eg from Small Rice this slight distortion of the truth,
“I liked the photos of you pretending to be a schoolgirl, etc. As for the naked/unnaked photos, I’m not sure which is more scary.”
For Irene: It was Letitia, not Lolita. Get it Right! Letitia was a rather soppy character in Girl magazine which my big sister got in the 1950s. Lolita was something else entirely. Oh and a Bovver Boy is a “A hooligan who creates bother (trouble), specifically a member of a skinhead gang.” (Wiktionary).
Really, I go to all the trouble of producing literate humour with yer actual intellectual jokes, and what do I get from the hoi polloi and sans-culottes. I blame the Government!