Sorry these posts are so sporadic. I’m back in hospital this week, Guy’s Hospital this time. I am awaiting a course of chemotherapy starting tomorrow. (What?) My original diagnosis of four months ago was wrong, we discovered only this week. What news! Instead of an untreatable colon cancer they predicted would see me dead by…
My breathing should be much worse than it is. I was hospitalised with pneumonia at age three, in 1952 and the early days of the NHS, where medicine was far simpler and they didn’t know a lot that they know now. Due to the risk of infection they had to incinerate Sparkly my teddy and,…
This period has for me been one of feeling off the hook, since Yashobodhi has been writing a new blog journal that is not only excellent in literary quality but which often refers to me, and I assume you are all reading her here. For me, there honestly hasn’t been much to say. Which is…
so… what happens when an assumption is seen to be empty is that a new, simpler perception takes its place, which itself is likely to contain presumptions I’ve not noticed. What has get clearer, talking yesterday to Beth on the local team about end-of-life scenarios, there is no pendant axe that will fall and suddenly…