Side effucks have kicked in today. My skelton aches, my old friend 💩( despite all the opioids I’m on!), sore hands & feet, oedema which I loathe from a vanity & comfort perspective. I feel unsteady on my feet, stairs are a challenge. Ffs-I’m only 45 but I feel like an old woman

Been denied travel insurance as my cancer has progressed. They need to see a “period of stability” before they will consider insuring me. FOR FUCKSAKE-its not too much to ask to book a holiday with my family like a normal person, is it? Cancer = gift that keeps on giving.

Highlights from the chemo suite; 1) it smells like rotten eggs which is nice given most patients in here prob feel nauseous 2) man watching overtly racist material on full volume on his phone. Won’t turn it off. Security inbound 3) am the youngest person here. Again.

Just full on stacked it cleaning the house, tripping over a box which I left on the floor. Think Ive managed not to break anything but the snotty tears of fury, hurt pride, fear & yes, some pain were plentiful & loud. Like a toddlers. I do like to stress test my body. What a knob

The showering arrangements. Trip hazards a plenty, dirty used towels, soggy vomit bowel. I haven’t seen a cleaner all day now I think about it. It was the HCAs & nurses clearing up lunch. No one changing or making beds. Is this unique to Casa Del Cov or is this a wider problem?

Things are a bit shite right now. In hospital with sepsis. Kidneys aren’t working properly either. Unlikely to be able to restart treatment & accessing trials will be hard given kidney issues. It’s looking like the end of the road unless someone can pull a rabbit out of a hat. 💔