It's hard to stay chipper when you're just so damned tired! Some days I think I need more antidepressants, but then I remember it's just fatigue. It better be something I'll get over because I am leading a really useless life just now.
But I'm cheap to keep. I've lost 13 kilos (28.5 pounds; 2 stone) since my operation. Just not hungry. Losing 13 is O.K. because that's what I'd gained, but it's time to call a halt.
Anyway, on a cheerier note, sort of, I have recalled that I've had spots before -- on my lung. Sometimes they're there and sometimes they're not. Or sometimes the oncologist mentions them and sometimes he doesn't. When he does, he tells me they're "nothing." So I guess the liver spots are the same.
And here are a few pictures I've been meaning to post.
Lance Armstrong's 1999 Yellow Jersey from the Tour de France, donated to Centre Léon Bérard, the hospital I go to.
The T-shirt says, "Behind every successful woman there is frequently a rather talented cat."
The 13 kilos disappeared between this picture and the next.
Wave bye-bye to what hair we had time to grow.
The T-shirt says "Thousands of years ago, cats were worshipped as gods. Cats have never forgotten this."
