What more could the man with cancer and Bell’s palsy possibly want in life?
A few days of sore toe have got me to book a podiatry appointment but the first free slot is Friday.
I mentioned it in passing to my oncologist, or Onco Babe as I nickname her when not in her presence, and I now have 28 shiny antibiotic pills to treat the problem.
Hopefully she’s just invented a new combination therapy for the cancer too. I don’t think it’s likely, but when you throw down a few extra virgin coconut oil pills each day you can place blind hope in anything.
Fingers crossed the toe is healthy for Boston next week.