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”
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”
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”
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.”
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.”
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