On a happy note.
When I saw my daughter last week-a whole 7 tears old now, she noticed my balding head (thanks, chemo). “You can wear hats now, Daddy.” Then as I was transferring to the armchair, she showed me how to grip the arm of the chair properly and handed me a walking-stick just for safety.
What a helpful little button she is.
Had my 5th of 6 sessions today but they want me back on Friday for a blood transfusion as my haemoglobin is down. No wonder why my fatigue has gone ballistic.