I didn’t think things could possibly get worse. How wrong I was. The experimental drug has stopped working. The tumour in my shoulder has started growing again.
On the way home from the hospital we decided to go for a meal. My friend dropped me 20 yards from the cafe. Brendan was helping me walk, but my legs gave way from underneath me. Several bystanders came to our aid. When I got into the cafe, I promptly got sick.