The second week after the chemo is usually a turning point… when Lizzie, suddenly, dramatically, begins to feel better again (as the chemo ‘poison’ is flushed out. Until the next dose).
In the second week, after chemo, Lizzie always starts to feel hopeful about life again. She’s going to beat this thing! You better fucking believe it!
And so too, following past form, does Lizzie begin to recover again – in the second week after the chemo/Covid twin onslaught.
I wouldn’t say the colour returns to her face (she’s still got her permanently bleached hue). But the dark shadows begin to fade under her eyes… suggesting she’s coming back from a dark place.
A wave of relief washes over all of us. Thank Heavens. Thank fuck. Lizzie’s wrestled the chemo/Covid tag team and has survived the match.
‘To have one life-threatening illness may be regarded as a misfortune; to have two looks like carelessness.’ OK, Oscar Wilde didn’t say that (not about illnesses anyway). But Lizzie hasn’t been the slightest bit careless, with her health, ever. She’s always eaten healthily. And exercised. And, when it came to Covid, she’s tried to be super-careful.
So, in terms of getting cancer and Covid, there wasn’t the slightest bit of carelessness involved. Just a shitload of misfortune. But, thankfully, Lizzie’s got through the last fortnight… and her illness has passed. One of her illnesses, anyway.
P. D. Clifton 
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