I love long-term chemotherapy...

Thank you to everyone for sympathetic/positive/supportive comments on my last post - I think it's time I wrote another one to explore the benefits of my change of plan! I've had plenty of time to kick things and feel much relieved by the experience. Freddie came home, too, so I could kick him, though that was generally a more virtual kick as we discovered how to link up our computers in order to let me thrash him at Command & Conquer.

Anyway, this long-term chemotherapy might take bloomin' ages, but at least

1. I can go to the Easter Retreat
2. I might be able to go to Graduation after all
3. The 5-10% risk of a fatal infection is eliminated
4. The treatment isn't nearly so intensive
5. In consequence, I might be able to start doing stuff sooner than expected
6. If I have to stay in hospital, I won't have to be in one of the internet-free rooms
7. There's no chance of ever thinking: "if only I'd gone for the other option"
8. My radiotherapy will only be cranial, not total body
9. The success rate is just the same as the autograft's
10. I can drag out the sympathy for longer (right?).

Anyway, I haven't quite managed to convert myself to believing I should have gone for this option anyway, but I'm feeling less grumpy about the change in plan. I'm trying to love it! It really has made a difference to have had everyone's messages showing support, so thank you all.

I'll get back to blogging a bit more regularly again now, though I'll be at Downside from Maundy Thursday afternoon until Sunday morning, so possibly not then.