I think they started when the chemo started. A knock out blow if you like. I found myself turning up for tea in my BA First Class pyjamas more days than not.
Prior to that, even if I stayed in all day I’d shower and dress myself. But at the moment I don’t. I sort out breakfast, lie back on the bed and my day moves between internet browsing, Star Trek watching and little bits of sleep.
It’s time to socialise a bit more. Get myself back out for lunches etc. Raise my standards a little! Maximise whatever time I have left. Once the chemotherapy stops I’m out of treatments unless the drug trials come up good.
The lung cancer mortality curve tells me I’ll be lucky to make next year. Time to start making the best of what good health I’ve got again.