Kuala Lampur, Feb. 26 -- I turned 47 last Saturday.

Instead of the sadness I was expecting, all I felt was a calm gratitude for making it another year.

For my birthday this time, all I wanted was a couple of days of respite away from the stray tom who had taken to screaming at my door when I tried to sleep.

I got a bargain staycation in the city and then proceeded to spend most of my time napping in-between popping out for a meal or two, to make up for the feline-induced sleep deprivation.

State of being

How are things going so far?

Due to my chemo dosage being upped, the side effects have lingered.

Everything has a metallic aftertaste and half the time I feel so nauseous I don't want to eat, but I make myself eat anyway because my...