DONE AND DUSTED

@Zoffiel, I'd say that there are many of us who would welcome a true and pithy (and even pissy) account of what our experiences are. Not all of us have had a bevy of Florence Nightingales administering  our chemo, some of mine were, shall we say, found wanting. I felt like just another sausage in the production line at times. My onco has a nickname...The Ice Princess. When I was beside myself with severe shoulder pain, she told me, and I quote, "I'm not interested in your boo hoo, poor little me sob story"..unquote. I haven't yet given her the flick, I'm waiting for her next bit of bullying at which point I'll load up and give her both barrels, and then tell her where and how to get off. We don't all portray serene, strong and inspiring role models to others not slugging along in our combat boots, along this Kokoda Trail that is out lot. Some of us weep, some rage and some just put one foot in front of the other and do the best we can. Our reality and coping strategies are just as valid as anybody elses. Instead of the occasional illicit ciggie, have you tried vaping? Much less damaging, far cheaper, and it doesn't leave you smelling like an ashtray. I read a quote somewhere and for me, it is very valid. It goes like this....Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting "Holy Shit...what a ride!!!"  That it my philosophy too, not of us is getting out of this gig alive, so sometimes a little of what you fancy does you good, I reckon.