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Sister
8 years agoMember
Not feeling brilliant but think I may have turned a corner (maybe a slight veer) with Day 8. I can talk to people and string some thoughts together (ate half a vanilla slice!!! who cares if it was followed immediately by a mad dash). I managed to watch an episode of "Shetland" and understand it (even the accents - mostly). I've described myself over the last few days as a vacuous jellyfish - no spine to hold myself up with and no thoughts in my head. I haven't reached for the Lorizapam today. Why can't we just be knocked out for the worst of it? I envisage a chemo suite where we can all lay down, drugged to the gills until the worst has past.