I have tickets to Adele, I had a gut feeling she'd put on another concert and she has delivered! Thanks to the coordinated efforts of Patsy and her sister (who needs an alias too) who were able to go online as soon as ticket sales opened and watch and wait like vampires out for blood, I shall be going to the Saturday show, 2 days after my last treatment.
I feel Adele owes me, I have had to go thru physio to my knee after my little "last of chemo celebration" boogie to her song.
Today was round 12 of herceptin, slight issue finding a vein but Nurse Jenny did it again, so done and dusted.
Bit disconcerting to see a Xmas tree up in the treatment room and realising my next round is AFTER Xmas which means there's less than 3 weeks to go...
This week's post is in memory of Molly, a stroppy cat with attitude but who stayed by my side whenever I was down and tired. Even if it was just in case I made a move to the kitchen...
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| Keeping me company when 4pm radiation tiredness hit |
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| What else is a planter pot for? |
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| We're watching my show! |
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