Day 197
Chemo No. 12 Yup, its the last one. Siobhan is there; bloods taken, body weighed. Dr. Kruger is there; how’re the nerves? Numbness and tingling? We do the walking tightrope test and the heel...
A Hodgkins Lymphoma Diary
Chemo No. 12 Yup, its the last one. Siobhan is there; bloods taken, body weighed. Dr. Kruger is there; how’re the nerves? Numbness and tingling? We do the walking tightrope test and the heel...
Doubt. It’s Saturday evening and I’m avoiding going to bed. I’m avoiding a lot of things – avoiding going out, avoiding meeting people. I’m turning down kind offers of supper and fun. I feel...
Soapsuds. And over the last while artist Sarah Staton has been in touch asking about the availability of the ‘gender soaps’ I made for her SupaStore boutique exhibitions in the early ’90’s, a pared...
Snap. Out for a couple of clear starry nights at Cot again; cold suddenly and time to gather twigs and light the woodburner for the pleasure of the smell and the t-shirt heat in...
Airman. Dennis my old neighbour passed away last Thursday I discovered – quietly at home after a fall and some confusion, with his companion Fiona holding his hand. I didn’t go to the small...
Laugh. Well you have to really. A week’s passed since the last chemo and I’ve been slow and numb and nauseous. Thankful not to be having more of the nerve-damaging Vinblastin, but the damage...