Cancer 252
Well, this is rather unpleasant. The new treatment is starting badly, hopefully things with improve. Today is one of those days where if I was offered the gun I might just use it. Very tired, feel very sick, aching muscles, tender fingertips (actually affecting typing, which is something new). I am not eating much. OK, I have had a small bowl of cereal, a portion of egg custard and some yoghurt and raspberries. I have not really wanted any of them, but I hoped that they would make me feel less sick. They haven’t.
I have sat in my chair all day (it is 1442), and watched a couple of films as distractors. It hasn’t work too well.
Even the cats will have nothing to do with me.
As usual, I hope to feel better tomorrow.
Writing a blog hasn’t been much of a distractor either.
Dr Nigel Hunt 
First I am terribly sorry for not checking on you earlier.
When I used to fall in ill while growing up, my mother ‘Hanah’, would sit by my bed, and tell me stories to distract me. It worked much better than the medicine, as well as the candies my father used to snuggle into my room _thinking he could bribe me into deserting my bed, jumping out of it like Hermione while waving my magic wand and turning my mother into the meek cooperative woman he once married… while at it.
I still remember my mother’s patience, kind eyes, and the quiet smile she would have, while sitting with me…telling me stories, to distract me from my illness
Had I been your neighbour, my story for you today, will be about the relentless squirrel attempting to terrorize my husband and I, on our property in the woods. Yes, I realize it is also his home, however, I was given an ultimatum by the man of the house: either I or Pierre in this house _Pierre is the squirrel. I thought about it for a couple days, then picked my husband. So I’ve been assisting with squirrel proofing our house, with a good attitude. As for Pierre, he shoots me angry looks every single time I head outside. I pretend to not hear his shouting, and I avoid eye contact.
I will work on my stories…
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