Ja well no fine

 I was supposed to go for a biopsy on Monday (for myself, not for Geoff) but I thought about it. Look at what treatment has done for my husband. He's basically a wreck. So you can call him a survivor if you like, but I honestly don't think it's good enough, to be able to sit around and eat soup and soft stuff while not being able or willing to swim or walk or fly or run. So what's the point in knowing one way or the other.

A terrible few days

 It's really been hard, what with Geoff having had his upper arm pinned in hospital, so only one-armed, and then getting a violent case of diarrhoea for five whole days. Thank goodness for the children, they stepped in to help make/buy soup and help clean him up. I feel quite exhausted, helping Geoff get to the loo, getting hold of a raised toilet seat because in any case the normal one broke and washing him while he sits on a chair in the bathroom. This cancer time has felt really really long. Since 2011until now is beginning to wear me down a lot.