I'm supposed to have 12 doses of chemotherapy at two-week intervals. When I went for my 6th sitting my blood test results showed I wasn't well enough (although I felt fine and had cycled to hospital, three miles up hill) so they postponed it for a week. For my next session I got another extra week off because now everything is a week later it interfered with a planned weekend away.
I have to say it's really good to have a longer break because symptoms are definitely getting worse.
Your basic cancer is not so bad these days — it can be seen coming and chopped out. It's the Chemotherapy that's the real, tedious hassle.
A couple of people have suggested one ought to keep a journal of life under the regime of poison. I think the idea is partly for emotional debriefing, partly as a log to spot patterns of things that make it better or worse. So here's a start.
I recently realised (after years!) that my phone not only suggests the next word but even the first word without me needing to prompt it by typing. So here are some almost randomly generated sentences.