Bread is the new beer

Seriously. This blinding realisation came to me yesterday as I was stuffing my face with the better half of a baguette slathered with butter. See, I used to really enjoy a cold beer or three, or a nice glass of red wine of an evening. But since my liver grew tumors, that's all stopped. First because I just didn't feel well (yeah, I know, call the whaaaaaambulance), and then because alcohol and chemo don't go too well. But finally, I have come to the realisation that beer and I have to part company forever because a couple of weeks ago, when I was celebrating my "stable" status and end of chemo (the first end of chemo that is, this now is the REAL end of chemo - confused? you will be), I had a glass of wine. The next day I felt like crap. I guess tumors in your liver make booze harder for your body to handle... seems like a no-brainer, you say? Well yah, but remember that my brain is all fogged up from the good drugs and there you have it.


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