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Saturday, November 13, 2010
Diary Update Saturday, 13 November 2010
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Mnnnn. One week in four feeling erksome then three weeks of feeling ok. Perhaps we should make you an honorary woman...ReplyDelete
In fairness to Denis, it is more like a third of the month of feeling crappy because it usually takes at least ten days for him to start to get over the chemo cycle, counting from the first day of the treatment per month.
I have to admit the 'woman' comparison has been made before, and given that I get severe stomach cramps sometimes, mood swings and feel crummy for days, I am brave enough to say that I think I do have some inkling these days what it must be like. Only a woman who has had both experiences can really make the comparison. I would HATE to have both at the same time!ReplyDelete