Post 454: Focal therapy sounds good…
My constant friend is the TV remote.
I realise now, more than ever, that the world passes by on the TVs in our home.
We are not news people.
We mainly watch Netflix, so does that make us Flixers?
Only jokin...
Post 453: Try to see the positives, Mr U.
When you run out of pills of a certain persuasion it’s often your own fault, and today was the last Ramipril. I thought the worst.
Not only that, but the managers at work kept saying helpful things abou...
Post 452: Independence is all I need.
When all is said and done, the loss of independence is the single most worrying loss during cancer, and I want it back.
Finding things to do becomes the preserve of the afflicted, and the years of declining stren...
Post 451: It’s a Boy!
With all the patience of a patient waiting for his own scan results, I found it very hard waiting for the news from the baby scanning room today.
I didn’t know what time the appointment was, so I could be excused a l...
Post 450: Another take-out, another Sunday.
With all the week behind us, we were looking forward to Monday and the big news - the biggest news in my life… ever.
“But how could that be?” I hear you say. “You said that having a...
