Posts have been a bit sporadic these days. I haven't written much at all this week, and read even less. Thing is, there's not much going on.

Except vomiting.

Lots and lots of vomiting.

That's the thing about cancer - it's the other bloody side-effects. I have perfect lung function, no cough, no wheezing or shortness of breath. No pain on breathing. And yet...

Everything else seems to be wanting to join in -a whiny kind of please let us be sick/ailing/underfunctioning too! Please! Stomach is certainly making the most noise at present.

And so my trips for RT are a daily nightmare of throwing up all the way with whichever kind soul trying their best to act as if this is all perfectly normal. Even those who can't stand vomit!

And then I get home and I sleep for a few hours. It's been a bit crap to be honest. 3 down. 17 to go.

But never one to be entirely down...

I went and bought myself a pink Nintendo DS-Lite with Sight-Training, and Scrabble. Woo hoo! The 8 year old is saying, "Can you feel it, mum?! You've got that DS Feeling!" Followed by, "Now we can play Animal Crossing together!" Right there, hun, just after I puke. Again.

Also - the sun is still shining and that has got to be a plus. Imagine a 1hr 20 min journey puking in the rain and cold.

And the kitten - Bramble seems to be sticking as a name - comes next week!!!

There was something else, but I can't remember what it was.

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Oh yes. I remember. The Conference. The Short Story Conference I booked and paid for, and was looking forward to all year. That Conference. I missed the bleeding conference because I was too ill. I realised at 11 am on Saturday morning, my head down the loo. I'm sure there was somewhere I was supposed to be...