On the 18th April 1930, the BBC decided there was nothing newsworthy worth reporting, so broadcast some piano music instead.
Sort of feels that way today, particularly since I'm listening to Chopin's 24 piano preludes, at the end of a very quiet week.
But maybe there is a little bit of news...
Down: Have had some challenges with tummy aches and pains that have been tough going from time to time, reducing my energy levels and opening up my emotional side; denying me that end-of-cycle fillip. Probably the muscles still healing from last year? I guess the Carousel ran a bit slow this time (seems a good metaphor given my last posting). A quiet time, flowing with the chemo, not fighting it.
Up: was in clinic for chemotherapy yesterday - and am pleased to say my vital signs were 'normal', including white and red cell count (red deficiency could have explained the tiredness, but I'm pleased it was not), and my liver function.
Up: out and about a bit more, including my first bit of physical work in months, helping Diana move a cubic meter of logs! So, combined with today's dose of steroids, the sun's come out and my Carousel horse is back up to speed.
And while I was in therapy, Diana popped out and bought me a new engine for my train set! And a lovely surprise it will be for our grandson!!
Steady as she goes...
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