I have to behave myself now as DDs have stalked me on here, and teased me. That's what you get for being a cock, and, last night, a tosser! (we don't discriminate in our religious celebrations here) Get on with your essays madams..... fails, promises wild party........
MAS good luck with the lenten fasting, impressive fundraising 
Topsy I was always groping for the words to describe those last days of chemo, YES
as KK posted sometimes you literally had to be scraped off the ground, which would lead to being surrounded by whole tribes of head tilters.
I find that the sight of the green curtains in the hall of DDs' school, which were exactly like the ones in mine instantly turned me back into schoolgirl, a mix of fear and an intense desire to be very silly. I may have stuck tongue out at back of bitchy teacher, and when I met the oldest most boring Science teacher in the world who could not keep discipline in class, with all the best intentions of talking through seriously why he was the only teacher that DD played up, I may have ended up unable to speak for fear of breaking into giggles, or betraying that I too would be throwing fountain pens at the blackboard (anyone else done fountain pen blackboard darts? or shuffle the desks forward at imperceptible speed until teacher is pinned at front? No? me neither, never ) .
Askokan Glad to hear boyfriend not finishing with you. It is very hard for them but I do now find myself frequently having to remind DH that "I had Cancer you know"
when he expects me to accomplish massive feats of strength whilst he sits on the sofa watching the Rugby. I am sure they will reduce the dose, IME it is more usual to have delays and reduced doses than to go through as planned
Pen delays are horrible, specially when it isn't your body causing them but even weeks don't make a difference, my Consultant is all for a fortnights holiday before you start treatment
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