Just to elaborate, I have a primary tumour on my liver, and umptydozen secondaries on both lungs. Neither curable. Treatment is to prolong my time on this mortal coil before I become an ex-retired-counterboy, before I go to join the choir invisibule (courtesy Python, Monty).
Chemo was on Wednesday - 8 bl**dy hours, plus a 2 hour round trip to get there.
Thursday, 5am I thought I was dying already. A one day extension was not worth yesterday's effort, I thought!
60 hours later I am getting back to normal.
Session 2 in 2 weeks time. Hope that's not so bad.
25 years ago I had to nurse my dad through something slightly worse.
He died almost 3 months to the day from when the doc said 'you've got about 3 months'.
Thanks for all the good wishes, and the praise from the mods. It is very much appreciated!
PMA all the way. The missus is being marvellous, as always but more so, and family and friends are all rallying round. No-one can do too much, bless them all!