So, I climbed Mt Chemo, endured the bog of infection, made my way through the forest of surgery and ahead of my lies the river of radiation.  And now, for a couple of weeks, radiotherapy planning not withstanding, I am in a beautiful meadow... I feel fit and reasonably strong (learning to live with discomfort and told it will, eventually pass), my hair grows gently and steadily, and I am almost free to do my own thing for a little while.  It is lovely to have this breathing space, to do some things that are 'just for pleasure' before the final part of this trek has to begin.

Yesterday was a trip to Largs in the sunshine and this evening I join our C of S minister friends to farewell one of them.  A little 'gallivanting' in prospect before the nuking begins!