The thing about chemotherapy is that if you are lucky it works – in my case brilliantly – but whether it works or not it likes to leave an impression. So I am peeing blood, my heart is pounding like the flying Scotsman and I am as stoned as Jimmy Hendrix. So an infection and heart issues – great! Basically I am falling to bits while being rebuilt. My consultant is clearly very pleased with the results, concerned about the side effect but basically of the view that I should stick it out – so I am. At present I have trouble walking to the garden gate (were we to have one) so going to Hull and teaching is, somewhat with regret, out. Needless to say this is really tough on my already overstretched colleagues and I do hope to provide some virtual teaching if it can be set up.
All in all an encouraging consultation but I still feel like a proper 60 year old, you know the type, Grammy leg, dodgy heart, always moaning about their illnesses – I’ll have a Pale Ale.
Glad to get your post here but sorry I can’t offer you a pale ale. Can you buy them any more? And who remembers pale ale anyway these days? You probably can’t buy it any more. I am being a literary nerd these weeks, rewriting my book. I alternate between thinking it’s a silly thing to do and suddenly getting excited enough to write seven pages on melismata. Maybe I need a few pale ales? Love to you all! Xxx