I’ve been a little quiet lately. In fact, I’ve been navel gazing a lot. For the last week, my life has slowed down to a gentle shuffle. Why so? Well, my Ileum revolted and went into paralysis after the last chemo-cocktail. If you look this up, you’ll find that it
Archie is sitting on my elephant. No really, he is. Remember the one I had a bush connection with some years ago? Those of you who rushed back into the bungalow should! There I was, in the middle of a starry night lit by a roaring camp fire, staring into
My first chemo session went swimmingly. A vein popped up on command. The drips moved rapidly into my bloodstream and I hardly noticed when they were changed. It was a breeze. I was clearly a model patient…or so I thought. And I expected nothing less this time around. I waited
As I’ve said, I’m totally committed to the big guns of medicine. I need the chemo, the surgery and radiation. No question! My team of doctors, headed up by Dr Anne Gudgeon, are phenomenal. I am deeply grateful to be in such incredible hands. This week, I decided to add
Before this journey began, I was given an unusual birthday present by a friend. I didn’t use it straight away, as the dance with the Big C got in the way. Actually, make that the small C. Let’s not give it too much centre stage. As I’ve said, I’m totally
