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Low life

My week alone in a mess of morphine foils

5 November 2022

9:00 AM

5 November 2022

9:00 AM

After commuting to Marseille for nine days of radiotherapy, I spent the week alone in the cave, in bed, in a mess of morphine foils and empty coffee cups. Sister Catriona was in the UK overseeing the birth of her first granddaughter.

Friends and neighbours kindly kept me supplied with staples.

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