Day 47

Ma South African old china Greg (the lekker sangoma, who looks after the lighteys) starts his chemo on Monday. Who would have thought that like me, Greg's nemesis would be bloody cancer? No, Greg should have taken the drop on the man in the grey suit on re-entry with his rhino-chaser, but swak bru, life is pap. Keep well and we'll do some bunny chow when we're both closed out?

Two days after third cycle and I'm feeling dog tired. This is where it hits hardest; Axel said he needed 4 cycles - one to stop it, one to corner it, and one to kill it - the fourth is 'belt & braces'. Ah well, hopefully I'll feel better after the weekend…. unless winter finally arrives as has been promised?

Monday morning?

So, back to bed and take solace that I'm in the cancer killing 3rd phase. Only belt & braces to go now.

Die, you little bastards