Post 148: Rosy cheeks and rest.
Yesterday my mental balance was broken, but today I was steady and uplifted.
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You can’t really tell how you are until you’ve stood up and had a good scratch. Apart from the right sho...
Post 147: PSA down 112 but I need transfusion.
I had brilliant news to start the day so why was I unbelievably sad?
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The journey to the local hospital was when I felt it most.
It was a warm and sunny autumn morning, and I chos...
Post 146: Another do-nothing Sunday.
My weight has been up and down lately, but my chest pain constant—leading to my shorts becoming a bit too small around the waist and to a real lack of real big hugs.
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I weighed myself...
Post 145: Who am I?
We all live life without thinking too hard about who we are—until something happens.
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I was a much-loved boy in a house of five, and as the middle kid I was neither first nor last, hot nor cold, good ...
Post 144: Chocolate treats and graveyard chatter.
Is there anything better than a good scratch in the morning, before you get into gear for a new day? I don’t think so.
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I’m lying in bed counting up my aches and pa...
