Our Lives Will Never Be the Same

It is pretty obvious from here on in that our lives will never be the same and that this year is going to be harsh. The wife already feels like a pin cushion, I imagine.

There are some minor signs of remission already and these have enabled some more dignity and less dependence.

Psychologically there is a sense of grief, a need to perhaps grieve the loss of one way of living before we find out what the next looks like.

On going there will always be a sword of Damocles pendant. It will have Myeloma engraved on it.

It is really strange to hear on the UK media people arguing about how long they might need to isolate for, before they can go out for a pint. It is a whole other world. People worrying and stressing about petty shit. Arguing the toss…

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Tomorrow is the last dose of monoclonal antibodies of cycle one.

After tonight no £300 pills for a week…

Things like this, make you realise how very petty and self-interested people are…

Our lives will never be the same as they were…