After nine months of chemotherapy with barely a pause, H is having a break for a couple of weeks. She needs it, the stuff is poison and she was suffering, from weakness, fatigue, and a worsening skin reaction - she opted for the most conservative treatment for her lung lesion, radiotherapy, because she felt too ill for anything more. She's perked up considerably already.
Tomorrow we're off to the alps for a week's skiing: H hasn't committed herself to getting out on the slopes, but she hasn't ruled it out either.
It was just after our last skiing holiday that the cancer was diagnosed, so we're coming up to a year (but half-term is a bit earlier this year). When we get back, it will be more paclitaxel.
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