'Tis the season...

Still having a bit of a bad run, but whinging is SO last post. Just very tired and quite emotional too. 'Crashing' a bit as well - ie suddenly so bone-wearingly exhausted that I can't even stand up or finish a sentence. Quite teary for stupid reasons or even no reason at all. Just a bit - I don't even know. I just feel off-colour, flat and unmotivated.

Anyway, Tuesday was the day for the scans... a big day, to find out whether the Avastin is working or not, and therefore whether we keep going.

And while the tumours have not disappeared (which some people were hoping against hope would happen), they have not grown. It is keeping it under control. Thus, it is 'working' and we will keep going. This is good news. We can keep it under control. We'll scan again after another three cycles.

Clem Jones died this week. What a truly good man. He did great things for this town, and great things for so many individuals, including us. A good man, who lived a good life. It's a good epitaph. Vale, Clem. Thank you.

(We went to his Christmas party a couple of weeks ago. I really hope he had a rum ball.)

I hope you are all well. Have a wonderful Christmas, relax, spend time with your loved ones and remember that we are celebrating the birth of a man who brought love, peace, grace and salvation. Not lots and lots of presents :)

Although I must say, that as my first year playing Santa, I got a little over-excited...

Merry Christmas.

God bless,

Jess