(Original title – The Burrow) So, this should have been an update about my surgery and recovery going well and blah blah blah. Instead, this will be a story of how cancer does not go to plan. On Wednesday, I went to see my oncologist. It had been four weeks since I’d last seen her properly for an appointment, and she needed to review my blood work and check out my rack and give me an opportunity to speak to…
(Original title – The Worst Birthday) The one thing I did when I found out that I would be having session number seven of Chemo was check when session number eight might be, and book flights to Adelaide for the weekend afterwards. Come hell or high water, I was going to get the fuck out of Melbourne for a few days and pretend like I wasn’t sick for a while. I had a pretty stressful pre-flight episode when I left…
(For now…) (Original title – The Man With Two Faces) And now for an update in how cancer continues to ruin my life, I’ve been dealing with a bit of a bung foot for a while now in varying ways. I mentioned about my toenail a while ago, and then I developed pain on the top of my foot that feels like a weird sharp bruise, and now I feel it in my ankle and the base of my calf….