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Hot, I'm hot, and it's 2 in the morning and I'm tired, but I have that wakeful mind thing going on....not helpful. I hate it when I don't even know what I'm thinking *about*; or even what I'm trying *not* to think about. Something just doesn't feel right. Perhaps it's because I've yet another extra week off chemo - which I know I need for my stomach and rest-of digestive tract to recover - but

::sigh:: I keep thinking - do I have anything left to say? Or anything that isn't the same thing again and again? It's taken me this amount of time to get to a point of saying how sad I am that Pocketina of DIYnotDie has taken down her site. I understand why she has; or at least I see reasons why she might do so. I think she needed to move on to a non-cancer part of life and her blog was tying

For the record, I'm sure I said "I love you all but I *have* to go finish scrubbing my carpet!" not 'want' - there was definitely no wanting being experienced whatsoever - apart from wanting to *go home*...... at any rate, that was what I intended to say -- sometimes the words coming out of my mouth are, um, not quite what I wanted to say! :) Have now slept muchly and, mostly, unpacked - I

*Good* *Lord* I have survived - 4 days of brownie pack holiday, that is.... There has been endless whining, falling in and out of friends, rain, brownies who cannot sit at the dinner table for more than 5 minutes, sayings of 'Be Quiet!'. I have also *scrubbed* a carpet, whilst seething and ignoring the fact I shouldn't be doing things like that with my right hand and arm (of which the hand is

Cancel doom - not required today. All is the same; no progression - Stable still. It's amazing how tiring it is to sit around waiting and take this stuff in. So, you may stand down from panic stations - for now. :) And sadly, I have to start taking tablets again on Saturday ::sigh:: The extra week off has stymied all my holiday planning as well. We're having a week in Cornwall in September once