Well I'm back to feeling fucking great again, I really am filled with confidence at the minute, I can feel this is doing some good against it, I just know it is. I feel strong and alive, I haven't felt so 'well' in ages, especially considering how weak I felt before chemo started. I'm eating this chemo for breakfast, you could hit me ten times harder and you might be getting close to my limit but i can cope with this without batting an eyelid, there's plenty left in the locker for me to take. For the first time I feel like I can beat this, the hope may be misplaced but fuck it, if you can't revel in it when you feel like this when can you? I've got to feel positive and act positive and use my strength to fight this because I feel like I have it on the backfoot, it's my time now.
Had my dad down to see me today, it was topper. We just had a wander in to town for a bit something to eat then just watched soccer saturday and had a good natter. I really enjoyed it, just relaxing with my fatha, kind of like our pub chats of old. He gave me a git big hug when he left which felt topper, he's a lovely man and I'm very proud to be his son.
So anyway, I'll keep it short but I feel fucking dynamite, come on you cancer cunt! |
