The view from 38,000 feet. Upgrades and downgrades
I’m writing this at 38,000 feet, Mid-atlantic. I’ve spent a lot of time here recently and have just earned my gold BA card. For me, this is not a badge of honour but a reflection of life taking a turn and spending too much time away from the family. Work has been busy and whilst I knew all these trips would need to be done I did not expect them to have been all within 6 weeks of each other! Only 2 more weeks and then I am on holiday, so there is, at least, light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. I’ve even managed an upgrade which doesn’t happen to me very often. Life has continued on and for the most part I forget about cancer. I get a daily reminder every morning as I count out my 6 little reddy-orange neratinib tablets and my one anastrazole. There is also the cadence of my monthly rush of appointments as I have to have a blood test on one day, return the following day for the blood test reslts and to see the consultant, and then if both of these go OK I then need to retur...