You’re my life now. Part seven
It’s been a few weeks since my last blog. Since then I’ve spent a fortnight at home and come back in to the hospital for a third round of chemo. This is a precursor to a stem cell transplant planned for mid March. My mood has been different each time. I was so ill the first time I came in that I thought I was just going to check out. I was grateful for every day when I didn’t feel totally washed out and I somehow found the means to see every day as a positive step away from the disease that had overcome me. When I left hospital the first time I was two and a half stone lighter and had the face of a wizened old man but two weeks at home in the care of my family transformed me and my second trench of treatment was accompanied by an annoyingly chirrupy demeanour which saw me sail through a relatively unpleasant but not life threatening experience. This time is different. I’m not going to be here for so long and the pattern of treatment is slightly different. I have a double dos...