Fourth chemo treatment
My MyMyMyawpfrjaw'eofjafnaf'sjsas;lks;klfma:eskjas;ofkjafsko My fourth and hopefully, final chemotherapy treatment was last Friday. They actually offered me food this time! A guy with a cart came by and offered me a choice of sandwiches, desserts and drinks. The fact that he could scarcely make eye-contact with me makes me think that he'd been reported for his past negligence. It wasn't me that did so, fella. I've been like a lamb led to slaughter (silent) during my entire hospital ordeal.