As expected, the chemo tablets are knocking me around a bit, less predictable that it’s so soon into the course, but it was going to happen. How long for and what I feel will have to be seen though and strangely enough, there’s only me that will know what I’ll be capable of each day.
The MRI is booked for Sunday morning, as a ‘urgent’ scan, so at least there is scope for some sort of answer as to the pain; if it’s anything drastic, I’m sure something will be said, but chances are nothing will be and yet again I’ll be stuck wondering what to do next….
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