OK, I’m a bad blogger, I’ve not written anything in aaaaages. I’m not sure I have anything to write about now to be perfectly honest, but I felt like I needed to write something - d’ya know what I mean? No? I’ll carry on anyway. By and large, the combined drug combo of Bevuzzzzzzimab-or-something-or-other and Lonsurf has been keeping my tumour in check. Not without incidents though. My constitution being all delicate (like a bomb, not a flower) has meant that every so often I’ve landed up in hospital. Most recently, I started 2025 2nd Jan, with a 17hr stint in A&E needing blood because my HB levels were in my boots and I had a cold. Having a cold is normally a run of the mill event for people with an immune system, however as my immune system is as elusive as the ruddy Scarlet Pimpernel it floored me. A hot toddy wasn’t quite going to cut it. The hospital also has to assume that you, as a cancer patient, have Nutropenic Sepsis, until tests show that you don’t. I was in hospital aga...