The late Wallander author,who died this week, was writing in the Guardian approximately life with cancer. In his final entry, or he reflects on fearful nights lying awake as the ‘cold winds sweep in’I’ll soon be entering into my third year with cancer.
Yesterday I went to Sahlgrenska and had chemotherapy. A glowing autumn’s day with a warm sun. At the moment I’m having treatment every week until December. To spare my kidneys,the chemotherapy is divided into smaller doses than usual.
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Source: theguardian.com