I got through my last goodbye hug with Nathan at the open door of a taxi in the middle of a busy street in London on Monday morning. It was a hard moment.
But I’m glad I didn’t put the visit off. In my last week there my condition began to decline. My wonderful reprieve is over.
It feels a lot like last February, before my surgery, with my tumours growing exponentially and bleeding into my abdomen. This morning I had four liters of blood drained (the medical team was alarmed, as they were expecting straw-coloured fluid—but no worries: they’re keeping these jugs out of the blood bank!) This means I’m much more comfortable for the moment, but in general I am expecting a continued decline. I see my palliative doctor tomorrow and recently had scans, so perhaps I’ll have more news to share tomorrow.
I also seem to have caught my first cold since getting so sick!