As we sat down to eat our breakfast this morning, it occurred to Naomi and I that yesterday’s post potentially left some people thinking that, by me stopping chemo, death was imminent! Continue reading
chemo
It’s my body and I’ll do what I want to.
It’s my body and I’ll do what I want to…
Sometimes, I really am really, really tempted to record a cancer/illness version of the 1963 hit It’s My Party. Continue reading
Apologies in advance.
Last night I was watching Quantum of Solace, a movie I have watched at least five or six times, and there were parts of the movie I have absolutely no recollection of. I am usually able to recall movies so easily. For god’s sake, I’ve managed to memorise most of the Hamilton soundtrack in less than two weeks. But thanks to last year’s chemo, some stuff seems to have disappeared if not for good, at least for now. Continue reading
Fucking Chemo
Generally, I try not to swear when I write. I swear enough when I talk. But I really fucking hate chemo. It’s obvious, I know. No one likes chemo. Well I hope no one likes chemo. I have spent the two and a half months since coming home bouncing between ‘chemo is a necessary evil’ and ‘nope, I don’t wanna’. I’m lucky that I have a family who are willing to support me regardless of which option I take, now and in the future. Continue reading
