Quite literally knocked off ones feet

Friday morning I awoke not able to walk the five paces to the en suite bathroom and had to make such an effort just to get back onto the bed. The rest of day got even worse as I struggled for breath, the fumes from freshly decorated paintwork not helping. My legs had continual cramps and I could not get settled at all, the only respite, when it came, was from sleep and lots of it.
I felt like a new born at times unable to open my eyes and then when I did I was unable to focus.
Even now a day later I am so below par. In the bath this morning, following a severe bout of diarrhoea, I look so skeletal as the weight has just dropped from my once muscular legs, it is pitiful to see.
I have been so emotional too at the merest thought of what is going on with us all at the moment setting me off and just the thought of my wonderful family again too much to bear.

On a lighter note, for those of you in the know, we are just getting over our day on TV and are looking forward to the gift awarded to us by the Duchess of York for a family stay at a health farm as way of saying thank you to my family for all the care, love and attention they give me.

It is all looking good at the moment.

The only updates I have at the moment are that there isn’t any. I am still feeling relatively well and life without Chemo currently is pretty good. I am in the middle of surprising my partner and family with something as a way of saying thank you, but more of that tomorrow, or the day after...