Spring into summer is not the best time for sleep. Having fallen to a bit of a chill with the usual gastric consequences, the old body has done some fighting. The real rest has been elusive.
I’m now facing 3 weeks of chemotherapy over 6 weeks in the final push to shrink my tumour.
But last night, as well as substantial parts of yesterday, sleep was given to me.
Oh the relief. I’m just waiting for the chemo dates to come through. Hold on to your hats.
Best wishes to all.