On Friday I had my monthly Zometa infusion. This is not something I find myself looking forward to. Thank the lord for the wonderful chemotherapy nurses (Zometa isn't chemo), who do their very best to make life bearable. It isn't supposed to have any side effects but I normally feel rubbish afterwards.
On Saturday I went racing. I wish to be mistress of my own body. Cancer thriver not cancer survivor. Conditions were exceptionally bad. It rained so much that I couldn't always see. I was defeated by the hill and dropped by the bunch.
But giving up has never been an option.