Today When I stand I retch. My head sways on my shoulders. My eyes feel sorry for me and perform a silent waterfall.
Nausea taps me on the shoulder as soon as I get up. So I lie back down on the settee.
When my tumour was discovered, if my surgeon had told me what life would be like, I would have smiled and politely told him, shred the scan images, rewind. Let's pretend this is not happening...
Like an Emu with his head in the sand I wish I could ignore these symptoms but today like a thunderstorm they insist on being heard...
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