Evening got worse.

Sunday night didn’t get any better, in fact it got worse and I ended up in bed for seven o’clock and then spent a while on the bathroom floor expecting to be sick, which thankfully I wasn’t [the thought of having a show of blood scares me shitless to be honest].
I believe I can attribute these bouts of sickness to bending down as that appears to be the one thing in common each time I have felt this way and I may be putting pressure on either the tumour or organs around the stomach.

Weekends seem to be the same - Sunday 15 March

They appear to be the same in as much that I am on a regular basis feeling crap at least once over the weekend that takes it out of me; last night was no exception.
I went to bed early after needing a bath due to back pains, unsure if they are due to the Cancer or the allotment digging on Friday. I felt sick, but thankfully once again I was able to stave them off with tablets. I did spend some time on the toilet though that left me dehydrated and drained again this morning.
I am hoping to rally around again when Alice and her friend Jen from University come to take me to the garden centre later.
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Contributing to Comic Relief Red Nose Day made me feel a whole lot better so if you haven’t already then please do give, as generously as you can.

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