It's been a while since I posted. To be honest, having finished chemo I wanted a bit of time to enjoy the fact I wouldn't have to continue the three-week cycle that had come to dominate my life. Even though I was exhausted and everything still tastes pretty strange, a new dawn beckoned. Or that's what I thought. Our meeting with the Proff yesterday put paid to that theory. The cysts are looking more like sarcomas and have increased in size. In short, the chemo has stopped working. It's a bitter pill to swallow after six months and frankly, I'm gagging on it.
