So, today, all last-minute test results being well, I start a combined chemotherapy and immunotherapy regime. I cannot say that it is something I am looking forward to starting exactly, but as the alternative is to sit here and wither quietly away… quite literally… let’s just bring it on.
For the next three days they will pump in poisons designed to attack the cancer and drugs designed to convince my own immune system to do something about the cancer cells filling my lungs. I rather like that idea… and I hope my immune system does too.
Meanwhile, my handbag probably needs a police escort as it is full of the controlled drugs I now have to carry. My shoulders ache from the oxygen tanks I also have to carry. And, every so often, my heart aches for all the things still undone and unsaid… but that is not somewhere you…
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