A humble return

What can I say. There's not much to say that will excuse the 5 months of silence, in fact I'm struggling to account for it myself. All that time, what happened? And that's the giant pity of the thing. All that time is gone now; with no records I will never be able to account for it. I'll try to break it down from hospital dates, but for the most part, this very difficult patch will be forgotten.

That's not necessarily a bad thing because it's actually quite nice when poor memory clouds the nasty things that happen. Not that it's been so bad, but the new chemo has made me anaemic to the point of blood transfusions every time. I haven't been too sick but when I was it was pretty lame.

I'm posting now because today I commenced my "last cycle" as the "health professionals" call it, which means I have 3 chemos left. One today til Friday, one at the end of feb and one at the beginning of march. All in time for my birthday on the 10th if all goes to plan. So that's pretty exciting woudntcha say?? Before it's officially over I have to pass a bunch of scans ocourse. But more on that later.

So being here, on the eve of my last myelosuppressant chemotherapy reaction, has finally given me the kick in the arse to write again. I wanted to, blogosphere, you have no idea how badly. But my computer keyboard has grown a layer of dust to rival the dust on my Swiss ball. That's the kind of dust with monsters in it and you shouldn't mess with it. But also because it was too hard. I was too sad to write, "got up, made toast, watched iron chef, fell asleep for a bit, watched law and order, went to bed" EVERY SINGLE DAY. because apparently that's actually what it's like when you're sick, just really boring. And then we lost the channel with iron chef and it got even worse.

But the point of all this whining is that there is now an end in sight. I'm planning to go back to uni in march. And grow some hair. I'm planning that too. The other thing on the agenda is to throw out everything with a scent in my house. I'm talking new laundry powder, soap, everything because it all smells like chemo.

Anyway imma go back to sleep now (my phone has taken to suggesting "imma" as a word option, that's how much I talk like kanye) and I thank you to anyone who reads after all this time. You are my support, more than you know. This chemo tastes like licking a pole, and NOT in a good way.

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