Day 6 and the recovery is slow. I think the hardest thing about it is this relentless weight, whilst sitting in what can only be described as a fog of sadness, waiting for a fleeting feeling of wellness. Something to reach out and grab on to, to show my psyche that actually I am in the lifeboat and not amongst the seaweed.
After three days of gruelling side effects and three more of relentless slump, this morning feels like it could hold shape.
Reminders that this is bloody hard; the poison pumps are far from malign and whilst there are ten more rounds and still three before we know if its working makes for everyday being a monumental feat, have been crucial.
Importantly too from KevKev and my Soul Riders, it is the daily prayer and the absolute certainty in their affirmation that maybe I am doing OK this time…
I hope, today, is a better day.
With ❤️
FlickyTailSunrise 
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