|The glorious Nelly. She was just a bit BIG BONED, alright?|
So it may be time to grasp the nettle before Cyril becomes a proper little porker. Stand by for much wailing and gnashing of teeth.
Talking of wailing and gnashing of teeth this latest lot of chemo has been truly knackering. I’m feeling better than I was a few days ago but the ‘bounce back’ from this type of chemo is much slower than from the previous type. It is so frustrating to not be able to do anything without needing to lie down for ages afterwards. Yesterday I was whinging so much about it that the other-half hoovered the house from top to bottom simply because he’d rather listen to the drone of the vacuum cleaner than the drone of my moaning. Result!