That’s a word I never thought would pass from my lips.
Arrive at Manly hospital again, head up to the Oncology ward. Very quiet here. Just a few people sitting around receiving their chemotherapy. This will be me in a few weeks time.
We go in and start getting some explanations. One of the hardest things through all of this is the waiting for confirmations and/or information. I feel as though I have been hung over a cliff with nothing but a thread to hold me up… swinging in the breeze.
Yes, no, maybe.
The surgeon won’t comment on the Oncology side and the Oncologist won’t comment on the surgery side. Ok, fair enough. But tell me something.
So we’re getting down to the nuts and bolts now…. Chemotherapy…. 3 months worth. Once every two weeks.