I’ve just seen my oncologist. The cancer is now in my spine 🦴 but not yet in my skull 💀 or brain 🧠 which is a relief.
No more awful hormone treatments. Starting a new chemo infusion tomorrow. It takes one hour once a week for two weeks and then a week off, then repeat. Need to find my wigs: they must be somewhere – bought two brown, curly ones 💇🏻♀️ and a purple 💜 one the last time that my mood came up but can’t find them. They’re probably under my bed at the flat.
Work hard at Personal Training this morning and trainer is pleased with me.
Fluffball sits outside the front door for most of the day in his patch of ornamental grass.
Speak to my Agency about the book. It goes off to designers this week but the whole process takes about three months. Which is much longer than I thought it would go on for. Still: professional small company in South West London will be handling it and they design covers for Penguin 🐧 and Random House so it will look and feel perfect 📚.
I contact my chum at local radio Beds, Bucks and Herts so he will interview me hopefully and my young filmmaker friend will film me. Just starting getting the ball 🎳 rolling.
Happy Thursday everyone!
*1997. By Matthew Collin. The story of Ecstasy Culture and Acid House.