So I missed a call from my pain-team-of-dreams this morning. Poor things were probably like oh no what’s happened to Jen.Jen on the other hand was still fast asleep after having a late night out catching up with an old friend and drinking wine. I swapped out a night of Oxycodone for Prosecco and red…

So my bestie Katie turned up on the Sunday morning. I opened my door and she was standing there on the other side. Katie. In person. On my doorstep. We hugged each other, tears in our eyes. When we finally broke apart, we grabbed each other’s arm weirdly and both said ‘it’s you’.Yeah, not much…

It’s been so nice to have some time off from going into the Cancer Centre, I’ve needed it. I was burned out living there off and on for 5 months. I could put cancer to the background for a while (other than the constant reminders, obviously) and enjoy my time with my parents. It was…

For now. The big overarching ‘for now’. I swing between feeling celebratory about it and feeling rather a sense of foreboding. It’s been such a ruthless chemo and it was only going to be for a short stint, and it does feel amazing to be at the end of it. But while I’ve been coming…

Where are we now in this rolling machine? Back in for chemo. Cycle five, second to last cycle of this treatment. Managing to keep to a three-week cycle means that it sort of comes around quickly but also those days of waiting to see if my temperature will send me into hospital feel very long….

It’s always some sort of ‘back again’. To chemo, to hospital, or to home. The constant cycle around and around. This time, it’s back again into Ambulatory Care and The Cotton Rooms, my chemo week is on. Except that it’s not a week, not anymore. They’ve cut me down further to only two days. TWO…

I got my window seat again, and with my favourite view. I could have cried I was so happy. Each time I’m here I seem to have my tour guide duties requested. ‘What’s this big building here?’ A nurse asks, and I have to check twice that we’re talking about the same one. I’m surprised…