Yesterday, the 30th November, Jean, Hugh, Peter and I met with the oncologists again. Somehow the odds we were given for what extra time I'd get with chemo seem to have changed, and the chemo would only have a third chance of giving me a few extra weeks. This, combined with the fact I got so sick with the only lot of chemo I've had, has meant the decision has been taken no more chemo.
I'm fine, just really tired all the time - unless I've just taken one of their dratted steroids they're giving me to boost my appetite. No pain as well.