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  • Blog Post: The kindness of strangers

    People send me cards from time to time. Sometimes they're people I don't even know, other than from the internet. I got one of these today, and the timing couldn't have been better; I had another panic attack last night, and was in a bad state. Luckily I was able to see an emergency doctor...
  • Blog Post: ... and so to bed

    La, my dears, if Pepys had been as bad a diarist as I am, we would now know fk-all about the 17th century. (Incidentally, it is Quite Interesting how Pepys's diaries came to be decoded and transcribed - but I digress.) Since last we spoke, I have been visited by persons from my place of work,...
  • Blog Post: Transports of delight

    "Don't catch the bus!" they said, "the hospital will provide transport!" I had to have a blood transfusion yesterday, you see, and Judy was away in London at a conference so she couldn't give me a lift. Here's what would have happened if I'd caught the bus. I...
  • Blog Post: In which they are out for my blood

    Actually, it's the other way round: they are going to give me some. But I anticipate myself ... When last seen, we (that's me, as usual) were in a miserable, grumpy sort of mood. There had, in fact, been actual tears - not many, but a few - and this is rare, because we may be a bit daft but...
  • Blog Post: The small picture

    Sometimes, as the actress has no doubt said to the Bishop many times, it's the little things that matter. When it comes to the big stuff - oh, let us say, for the sake of argument, sitting down one day in a clinic and being told that there is a crab eating away at your insides - then it's easy...
  • Blog Post: On the third day ...

    Woe, alas and lackaday - or perhaps something less dramatic - our Saturday morning chemo sessions are no more, yesterday's was the last. I can't say I'm surprised; it was very quiet last time, and this time, from what I could tell (I was asleep for most of it), I was the only bed patient...
  • Blog Post: A useful link

    Sometimes you will hear me complaining that I have run out of spoons, or that the cutlery drawer is empty. When I do that, I'm talking about the spoon theory, completely forgetting that everybody does not spend their entire life faffing about on the internet so some people won't know what I'm...
  • Blog Post: Lucky, lucky, lucky

    Another blog post, I hear you ask. Why, Ambassador, you spoil us. But the good news, at least, the good news for me is, I don't actually have to do much writing on this one; most of it comes from a conversation I had with Little My. You see, I commented on someone's post that I felt like a fraud...
  • Blog Post: Blah blah blah KITTENS!!

    One thing nobody tells you when you get sick - or, at least, nobody told me - is that cancer smells. I mean literally in this case, although, obviously, figuratively too. It doesn't matter how often I bathe, I can't get the smell out of my skin. Judy says she doesn't notice, but I'm acutely...
  • Blog Post: Being for the benefit of Mr Crab

    Have you ever wondered what Mr Crab & Co look like? I don't mean Googling for images of cancer, because, ew, but have you ever tried to put a face to him? I have. Mind you, it's pretty easy for me, because of where my own personal Mr Crab lives - in my tummy, which is so much easier to...