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Low life

It’s my ninth – and final – chemotherapy session

29 January 2022

9:00 AM

29 January 2022

9:00 AM

‘Sorry I’m late,’ I said to the big unit stationed behind her computer. She’s the chief, this one. She shows no fear or favour. ‘It’s not grave. Room two,’ she said without looking up. ‘Today’s my last one,’ I said. ‘I know,’ she said.

Room two comprises three cubicles. Two were already occupied.

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