It never rains- it pisses doon -20,1,16

After surviving what was, health wise, the worst year of my life we’re not even over January and I’m thinking ‘F–k sake is it worth even planning ahead for this year. I’ve finished my chemo and will know next month how that has gone after a CT scan- hopefully I’ll get the all clear but I don’t feel much better than I did before my diagnosis. I will continue with all the heart and blood medicine until I die but the letter I got today made me wonder if that will be months or years. Three of the Four main arteries that supply blood to the brain are blocked and are beyond medicine – great news. Tomorrow will be Thirty One years since auld Scud, my dad, died Ten days after his 62nd birthday – I bet if I dug him up tomorrow he’d be healthier than me.