Reality is restoring itself block by block (in my heart at least) and I'm trying to make sense of what was a relatively short space of time. I think this was my most frightening and unsettling hospital admission ever, and the post-impact tremors keep rising unpredictably.
We came back from holiday in time for chemo
And I knew it would be jarring, but I really didn't appreciate how much. I knew I'd be going into the proper cancer hospital, which is grimy, which doesn't isolate neutropenic patients like the women's does