Tuesday, 26th September 2023
So, why’s today different? Woke up at half-ten, unheard of. Thirteen and a half hours sleep, or at least thirteen and a half hours horizontal. With wee breaks. Fourteen zapperoos in, today’s fifteen, three quarters of the way in. It feels like the start of an end-game. And, no, not as in an end of life. Today is the first day I’ve felt I can start to think about plans. Post cancer, or at least post-treatment. I’m sure it will take Oncology reviews before there’s any post-cancer talk, and then only if they change, alter, their minds, from the spring. (In terms of the durability).
In the night my body was feeding back the first sign of wear and tear from the high-energy exposure it’s been subject to. Weeing’s been a problem from the get-go, and it didn’t take long for the bowels to go huh? Not having this. This stuff’s not staying in here and it’s coming out now.
Last week, after three and a half years as an escape artist, Covid caught up with me. Brilliant. MS, microwaving (X-rays, but you know what I mean) and now ManFlu in its all-person form.
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