Post 100: Celebratory Centenary.
It’s just a number.
C, 100, Century, Centurion, Centenarian.
It’s just another post.
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I’ll blow out the imaginary candles on my imaginary cake at the end of today’s hu...
Post 99: Bloods, weeds and loose bowels.
Days like this are rare but memorable.
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Being memorable isn’t always a good thing – today was mostly good, with the occasional tummy pain.
The usual powder and pills starte...
Post 98: Two days till my 3rd Carboplatin.
All’s well that ends well.
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Tomorrow’s first house valuation is looming in our minds, but today is grey and blustery. After a call from my little bro—sheltering fro...
Post 97: Dietary adjustments and estate agents.
The breeze and clouds were a welcome change — but the heat is on (still), as Glenn Frey used to say.
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Today’s hospice visit was food only — my final counselling...
Post 96: A painfully quiet week ends.
At the start of the week it’s time to take stock – lazy Sundays are exactly that. They’re lazy.
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The sunflowers keep growing in the bags by the wall, now nearly as tall ...
