glam

Sounds pretty glam doesn't it? Breakfast in Bed. If you are in a swanky hotel and it is served by your butler I'm sure it is. At home, being offered your hi-cal drink and a syringe on a tray by your hairy-arsed 14 year old son, the opulence is lost somewhat, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

The way the kids are dealing with the situation is fantastic. They have worked out a survival tactic that involves avoiding me when I'm grumpy, feeding or being extra grumpy. They're very clever.

Thanks again to all my correspondents. Especially Gill, Karen C. & Shackers who wrote to me despite being in a Liverpool fans hour of desperation and spoke about perspective and stuff. Very cool.

At the Nuff this morning for penultimate chemo and a blood test, back to UHNS for my 22nd radio this afternoon. Hopefully the waves of nausea I 'm feeling won't delay the treatment.

I'm here all week!

Lunch. Strawberry. Yum.