Just back from Christies. Apparently there's no champagne reception or anything at the hospital to mark the end of this stage of my treatment. Don't they know who I am?
Appear to have reached the plateau of uckiness in that I have a mouthful of mucus that is too disgusting to leave there but too painful to expel. Whither the mucus therefore? Answers on a postcard to...
Am going to bake a cake next week to cheer myself up even if it doesn't cheer up anyone who has to eat it. J x
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Hoo-flippin'-ray!
I am raising a metaphorical glass to you as I type (actually it's 8.17am Sat. and I've just had me morning coffee).
We will have a toast to you this evening though. Simon, Nina and Krishnan are visting, so are having a BBQ for them with some mates.
I'll be thinking of you as I sizzle another sausage.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmwah!
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