Tag: immune therapy
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not in my hands
There are only sounds. Footsteps in the corridor. Voices. The wheels of the trolley towards the floor when they come to measure the blood pressure, temperature, pulse – or take more blood tests. I cover my eyes every time the door opens. The energy in the room is changing when someone new enters. And when…
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to see each other one more time
My carry-on luggage this time consists of pillows and medicines. And a letter from my oncologist, confirming that I need the morphine for own use. I have traveled to Brazil, together with my two beloved daughters. At 10 in the morning, the day after chemo- and immune therapy treatment, we left Hedalen (Norway). I will…