24 March

it’s monday morning and I am restless to find out when the surgery date would be. It is supposed to be “end of March”. We have arrived at the last week of March. I’ll start calling around today.

Apart from the uncertainty, life goes on. I had both my children here and now my daughter is staying with me. My own situation hasn’t changed, I’m well, get tired easily, and the effects of chemotherapy are slowly fading away. Weekly blood test results show slow but steady improvement.