P. This is probably the most painful letter for me to deal with. P is for protect. For the past 18 years, I have tried to protect Roger. I would not allow anyone to be: unkind, cruel, abuse, hurt, castigate, harm, demean, attack, fill in the blanks….Roger. No one. Ever. Never pick on the honey, pick on the star. I’ll deal with it. And I would.

At times, perhaps I was overly protective of him. I was trying to make up for any slights, “slings and arrows” from before we met. And along comes this fight and it is bigger than I. I cannot protect him from this one and it kills me. Just kills me.

P is also for pineapple. One of the chemo nurses said some people find that pineapple helps them if they have a sore mouth. Need I tell you how much pineapple I have in my ice box? I could cater a Hawaiian luau for 50 and still have enough left over for pineapple kebobs.

P is also for pretty blue-eyes. One of my names for him. He always gets compliments on his pretty blue-eyes.

Hi guys

the pineapple comment did make me laugh - we were advised that melon could help, so as you say I immediately went out and bought  more melon than the fridge could hold - we were both eating it for ages!!

Haven't been able to face even a slice since

keep fighting and glad you enjoyed the support group meeting in London

Amanda

I'll bring the pinapple and you the melon and we can have a summer fruit party for 100. Yes. The fight goes on. NON-STOP.

Back to the oncologist today to see where we go next. Radiation has finished.

Bryan and Roger