One of mine and Notoplip's jokes is rather crude. The image is that at some point the cancer will have me on my hands and knees bleeding out of a particular orifice!
Not a pleasant image and up until recent events I have got away remarkably lightly. However, I found myself reduced to my hands and knees for the second night on the trot, though thankfully spared the other element.
In some ways it is a relief that something is actually happening. Of course, it is better to think that what I have is movement, disturbance effected by the treatment rather than anything more sinister.
The dragon has awoken and it is rather pissed off that its cave is flooded with chemotherapy drugs and it is being subjected to a radiotherapy disco light show.
Dance dragon dance, because life isn't going to get any easier for you.
That said I don't think that it it is going to get any easier for me in the medium term, but as I have always said, I don't care if the end result is right. It not much fun when swallowing the pain killers intensifies the pain further, but eventually they do their job enough for me to get to sleep.
There's a sense that suffering is an integral part of the journey, but it is something I have recently planned for both at home and at work. It has just all come at once.
Definitely time to ease back.
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