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Jan 23, 2025 07:46

And so I push forward provisionally with 7 weeks of daily radiotherapy starting in April. Provisional because I don't really know if I want to go to London daily for 7 weeks to undrego treatment that'll make me  even more fatigued than I already am. It seems rather gruelling TBH. I don't have the luxury of being driven to appointments, so I'll be ubering to the station, train to London and then the tube, travelling 2-3 hours a day, whilst laughingly trying to hold down a job. Cuz no job = no money and at that point life is irrelevant anyway!

The Addenbrookes accommodation option is super grim. A single bed in a hostel, with a telly, shared bathroom and kitchen. Yuk.

Consultant wouldn't even give me a ballpark figure on dying. Inconvenient.

Today I am off to the Doc's about this stupid cough - and I have a chest scan booked next Saturday. There has absolutely been something wrong for almost a year, and I am fed up with being so breathless and knackered. Then a late lunch with lovely clients/friends I've known for years. I have also been invited to lunch at Kerridges next week, but the client is dulllllllll.

Sunday I am meeting Lin and Dawnie  for a Hawksmoor roastie, yum yum, but again, another bloody schlep in to London. I am sick of London.

Fukkit, I'm ordering a new sofa at the weekend. 
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