24th November (again- part 2)
Apart from visiting the lodge yesterday, I mentioned that we had a hospital appointment and it would be amiss of me not to cover it. Continue reading “Forgiveness and a cause for celebration”
Learning to relax
24th November
My wife Michelle is one of life’s great givers and doers. Always thinking of, and doing things for others, with never a spare minute to think of herself. One of the major side-effects of her busy mind and generous spirit is that she is also the worst ‘relaxer,’ -if there is such a word, I know. Continue reading “Learning to relax”
Trivia and taps
23rd November
I know I wanted to dispense with life’s trivial and trifling matters, but since I was diagnosed, it appears that even the smallest things are going wrong. Continue reading “Trivia and taps”
Adrenaline, kindness and a nod to politics
November 20th
I heard the announcement on the news today, by AA Gill; that he had ‘the full English of cancers.’
Whilst being wonderfully descriptive, it was also horrifying. I knew exactly what he meant and feel for the chap. My worries seem almost trivial next to that, but nevertheless I feel it necessary to explain them; Continue reading “Adrenaline, kindness and a nod to politics”
Dreams, dogs and a lack of sleep
Tuesday 15th November
I had a vivid dream last night. No help from Zopiclone;
I was at the beach with my wife and daughter. For unexplained reasons, my wife had taken a separate car and was at the next beach further along. Something catastrophic had happened. Again, I knew not what or why. Continue reading “Dreams, dogs and a lack of sleep”
An important meeting
Monday 14th November
Today I met my Oncologist for the first time. We parked the car and headed for the entrance, skipping off the pavement to avoid a lady smoking a cigarette- a real one- not one of those e-thingies, from a wheelchair outside the automatic doors. Continue reading “An important meeting”
Today’s diary entry
Dear all,
Rather than post my next bit of writing, I thought today, I would give you this. It came to me in the night. I’m not sure if you could call it a poem? Continue reading “Today’s diary entry”
D-Day; Of diagnosis, dreams and drawing.
Friday 11th November
Armistice day. I’ve had fifty good years, I thought. More than the poor young British boys and men who were cruelly snatched from this life at the Somme. 19,240 on the first day alone. Many just 16 years old. The men women and children of Mosul and Aleppo come to mind too. Modern day horrors that put my worries into perspective. I’m the lucky one. Continue reading “D-Day; Of diagnosis, dreams and drawing.”
Diary of a cancer diagnosis, life and everything.
Foreword:
I suppose most healthy people may not want to read this. For the last fifty years I have thought Cancer something that happened to unfortunate others. I could easily tune-out, on hearing the word, reassured that it could not happen to me. It did! Now I’m like a sheepdog to his masters’ whistle when I hear it. Continue reading “Diary of a cancer diagnosis, life and everything.”
My first post
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