Season of mists and mellow
Fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing
Sun,
Conspiring with him how to load and
bless,
Ok, that’s Keats and his poem ‘To Autumn’. While I’m pretty sure that my writings about Autum...
It’s three weeks since the start of chemo round 2. Two of four rounds complete and round 3 starts tomorrow, with the horrible drip session…
…possibly or possibly not.
Like all good thrillers, I will keep you in suspense for a whil...
High Noon was the end of part one of my cancer journal, covering the first 8 months of 2023 and my transformation from a fit, healthy and active 59 year old to having cancer, with secondaries, and a bonus heart condition. And a poor prognosis..... Pa...
High Noon
This marks the end of 3 months of tests and consultations and the end of part one of my journaling of my life with cancer. It’s a bit of a tear jerker….
The classic 1952 western has a memorable theme featuring the line &...
Responsible adults and a big knife – Part 2
Everyone has gone and there is a new nurse present. The recovery nurse. She asks me how I am feeling. Good, I think except my throat is a bit sore? She removes the air-way; a plastic tube that keeps y...
