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Somehow, today is day *one hundred* since I finished chemotherapy and rang the bell. One hundred days. How on earth did we get here?  Never has anything felt simultaneously like yesterday and like five years ago.  So with that being said, getting to +100 days is something that I'm struggling to get my head around a little bit. I'm sure I'll get to it eventually, but the whole experience is already beginning to feel like a bad dream. There are genuinely some occasions when it dawns on me that I actually had cancer.  Oh yeh, that was fun. As I am sure the many long time readers (is 'fans' too egotistical a term at this juncture?) of this blog will have clocked, I haven't written anything for ages! Not since the immediate few days after my last round of chemo actually. Now, this sabbatical could be down to two things. It could be because 1) I can actually sleep now and no longer have time to kill between 3 and 5am most nights. So that's a big win. Or it could...

Guess who's back? 5am blog club! And this one is a special one... Today marks 100 days since I started chemotherapy. It feels simultaneously like the click of my fingers and 1000 days ago that I walked in to the Combined Day Unit having absolutely no idea what to expect; the instantaneous taste in my mouth, the red wee from one of the drugs (only for a few hours, don’t worry!), feeling like a zombie extra from the Walking Dead for 48 hours and the now infamous 4am steroid club of course. It has and continues to be a ride! My hair has stabilised but my eyebrows are gradually (quickly!) disappearing which is an odd experience. My facial hair is even more patchy than usual - blonde on my face, dark and much thicker on my neck. Bizarre. I feel tired and drawn out but the light at the end of the tunnel gets that bit bigger each day. 100 days means eight rounds are ticked off leaving only four to go. That in itself is quite the thing to get my head round. But the countdown is truly on - ...