I suppose it had to happen eventually.

Yesterday was a real downer. I think it was a lack of sleep as nights haven’t been the best.

So it was a day of trying to doze with black thoughts of the future. Has the cancer spread to the jawbone? what happens if I lose that? Maybe it has spread somewhere else? Black thoughts. How am I going to deal with apparently endless treatments and visits to the hospital? Gloomy future. I noticed a full box of a months supply of sleeping pills. Just for a moment…….

Today is somewhat different.

I had a fair sleep last night and a trip into the hospital this morning for an introduction to Immunotherapy. It was tiring as there was a lot of walking but I expect that in that hospital. I learned that there is apparently a charity the offers a driver service to cancer victims. They will pick me up, bring me for any treatment and then drive me home again. That is quite a load off, as all my appointments for the next couple of months are at nine thirty in the morning. Rush hour!

On Wednesday last I had my physiotherapy. Again that was great and I went for a grand cup of coffee in the coffee shop.

So one bad day sandwiched between two good ones.

I suppose it will happen occasionally?