Chemo is like a box of chocolates...

Well, not really - I like chocolates! Paraphrasing Forrest Gump's famous line

 

'My momma always said, "Life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get."'

 

does seems appropriate though when I compare how I feel after my most recent chemo, which I received last week, and how I felt at the same time in my previous cycle. For no particular reason I can think of I've been feeling much better this time around. Almost all the side effects have been less pronounced and I've even felt well enough to be able to walk into town to join the christmas shopping crowds. It is only day six of my cycle as I write this so I hope I'm not speaking too soon, but cycle eight has started well.

 

I went out to Slimbridge for a morning a week or so ago, it was pretty slow up there but I did find an obliging mute swan to snap:

It's my 44th birthday today and Katie is cooking me "toad in the hole" with onion gravy as a treat - one of my all time favourite foods and one of the best reasons to look on the "bright side" that I can think of!