#25 THE END IS NIGH

I was never very sporty at school. I wasn't the first to be chosen in school team sports. But then I wasn’t the last. I was, shall we say, average. Nothing special. I wasn’t fast enough to be a great athlete or flexible enough for gymnastics. But I took part in the various school sports … Continue reading #25 THE END IS NIGH →

#24 NO TEARS. FOR FEARS

A year ago I had a meal out with a group of friends to celebrate my birthday. It was an emotionally challenging night. I had received my diagnosis just a week before and my head was battered and all I wanted to do was cry and shout and "let it all out." I remember feeling … Continue reading #24 NO TEARS. FOR FEARS →

#22 BRING IN THE BIGGER GUNS

Back at the Day Hospital this week for the first of the Pembrolizumab (aka: Keytruda) immunotherapy treatments. Hello chemo-ward my old friend. Same staff, fluorescent lighting, beeping sounds, and palpable smell. I can pretty much taste this room whenever I think of it. Anyway Chair number 13 for my first visit. One bonus is the … Continue reading #22 BRING IN THE BIGGER GUNS →