I have discovered that there is no predicting anything to do with cancer.
I wrote this on another site a cople of days ago, but I think it succinctly sums up cancer.
Oh how I love this cancermalarkey. It's so excitng.
Yesterday I got up had a shower and was full of pep, vigour and vim, (it's all relative). I did a spot of shopping, had coffee with a friend and an afternoon snooze because I could. Felt very positive and that this is doable.
Today I woke up dragged my weary carass out of bed, went to work, lasted to just before lunchtime before I had to come home and collapse into bed. Think I might plan my funeral.
Can't wait to see what joys await me tomorrow.
As it happens tomorrow brought me the joy of having enough energy to travel to see some relations which was lovely. The following day I was completely pooped. Putting the washing out on the airer required a 20 minute lie down afterwards.
Ah well, worse things happen at sea.
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