I’ve woken up with so many thoughts this morning, probably brought about through hospital visits this weekend. I'm tired of feeling tired, because I'm working through hoops trying to straighten my life out in one way or another.

Although things seem brighter, I'm still working through my father’s health. I am definitely not a great fan of chemotherapy. Having seen my father struggle for months with it, I am even less of a fan now.

I am under no illusion when I think about the problems with cancer, but having been through cancer before with my mum, I am more informed about it now.

As I watch my father continue to struggle, I can't help but think that constantly having to deal with side effects that are beginning to interfere with his long term health, isn't really a life.