Here comes a new phase. This life is a constant re-adaption,which I guess, is the process of being alive. To stop moving would be to die.
In my case though there is a twist in the meaning of this process as each new step is a clearer confirmation of my oncoming death.
Last month a blood test revealed another steep rise in tumour markers and my consultant looked at me compassionately (something that has come to make me wary) 'There is no more I can do, you have come to an end of treatment I can give you' It turned out there was a strong chemo available he could try but the side effects are heavy and he has no great faith in it anyway so my immediate decision was to let the disease progress as it will, while having the benefit of keeping my hair and experiencing symptoms of the illness alone, without the addition of debilitating chemo side effects. We were told also, that my life expectancy is 'months rather than years'.
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- Place: UK
- Date: September 2015