Tuesday, 23 July 2013

Tuesday - The Fitzroy

Blood tests, X-rays, nurse appointments, doctor appointments, blood pressure checks.  It is endless.  Sometimes, when I am given yet more information, I tune out - because there is still a part of me that doesn't believe it is happening, and therefore I can ignore what I am told.

Chemo will now start tomorrow.  I am reminded of a line from Henry V - "Would I were in an alehouse in London.  I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety".