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The PICC Line in the crook of my arm. |
I also saw the bowel nurse and asked about Lesma who i had my last cycles of chemo with. We started on the same day and had the same chemo too, both whining when given the atropine injection. The last time i saw her she had been admitted to hospital and was very poorly. I sat with her for a little while and she told me that she was ready to go and it was fine, her daughter had even had her baby induced a couple of weeks early so that she could meet him. I was so upset and started to cry, i have had this experience with friends when i tell them about me and i am always taken aback by their responses.
I lost her number and didn't visit again as she had so many visitors and the longer i left it the more i thought that she would have gone. I did phone when i found her number....will have to look again for it but there was no answer. When i asked how she was i fully expected to be told that she had died, but she hasn't! What a relief, it just shows you that you can fight this thing against the odds, she is at least 6 months further on than she was given.
So a good day apart from being worked on with a mini scalpel, tubes and wires.
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