In 2018, a so-called Hodgkin's lymphoma is discovered in my chest, a rare type of cancer that predominantly affects young men.
I document the year of my recovery.
Everything I took starts to work slowly. Olga picks me up and we have an early dinner at home. Both exhausted from the day. Still a lot of thoughts, but too weak to concentrate. Notes help. A few minutes out, sucking in the cold air of the forest.
I'm a bit snuffy. The best cure is to keep drinking. A lot of drinking. Filtered water. And high-dose Aciclovir, Cotrimoxazol and Ciprofloxacin. And a bit of fresh ginger in the water.
Snored a lot today. Now quickly to Netto.
Yesterday leucocytes at historical low with 190/µl. That is so low, you don't even need to catch anything, everything inflames by itself.
Cycle 6 day 1. totally messed up. Watching a bit of the international game and straight to bed. 1:0 Serbia. Rather go straight to bed. Olga says, today was the last first day.