I’ve been home in Ibiza for a week now. This is my first posting since I got back. It’s not been an easy time.
After weeks of having my days structured around dragging myself to radiotherapy every day (with a lot of help from Barbara!) there’s nothing. And the treatment has left me knackered to an unbelievable degree.
But the thing which has really stopped me from going anywhere is my voice. I haven’t been able to speak for over a month. So frustrating.
Despite this I have been offered a gig playing triangle with a reggae band. They say it’s okay for me to stand at the back and ting…