The Helping Hand

I have denied myself a helping hand, or shall we say, jellied bullet, since, well, forever. It was not permitted in the hospital and it has not been permitted until now… However, after four days of chemotherapy and intense discomfort, I have given in. I am weak. Sometimes, one just needs a little medicine and my, was this dose eye opening.


I am not sure what I am happier about, the return to normal service or the fact that I was nimble enough to, erm, do the deed.