04/01/16: Four days on from my second chemotherapy.
As I drift in and out of my chemo fuelled, steroid soaked coma-sick to my stomach, weepy and grumpy I feel lost.
I find myself in the midst of a vast, shoreless ocean. Thirsty and listless, no direction, no destination. Endless nothingness.
I am hollowed out by the toxins that infiltrate my bloodstream.
I am a shell, a husk, an empty vessel.
And then I’m drowning, panic hits me and I’m dragged down by the undertow of my malaise, submerged and overwhelmed…
This time passes.
I know it will pass.