At the end of Saturday when I made my farewells to the Chemo ward staff in recognition of the end of Phase 1, I'm not sure if it was chemo week lethargy or some other niggling thought, but somehow I just couldn't fully appreciate that I'd now fully completed that stage.
On Monday night though, I had an incredibly moving experience that finally cleared out the detritus from last week. Let me tell you, it was remarkably unique in several ways.
I'm conscious though that some of you may not be ready for hospital ward bowel movement observations, so I'll spare the details here. Anyone keen for more though, can click through to...