The Truth About Tram and Dab...
Dear Juliet
I'd better just mention that, after eleven-and-a-half months with virtually no side-effects from the Trametinib and Dabrafenib pills I'm on, they're knocking me for six at the last.
They're finishing up on Sunday but it looks like I'll be horizontal until then, which is a depressing subject for a blog.
However, they'll be finished and I'm clear of cancer, which is better news.
So I suppose the way I'd work today's words is this:
You were still worth me dragging myself to my desk to punch out these few short words; and I felt an odd twinge of worry the other day, wondering whether you'd be okay at the convention.
I'm worrying about nothing, I suppose.
Have a good con!
Sorry, I gotta go collapse!
Love,
James
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