Zap number 15 this morning means there are only ten left to go.  It is a routine I've now got very accustomed to and can almost do in my sleep.  I can chant with the radiographers '98.6 and 9 to the right.  Go to pin and raise by 5.... withdraw MLC....'  Don't know what half of it means (I know what the MLC is, and I know what a port scan (which they'll do again tomorrow) is) but it has a kind of almost liturgical feel to it!

Since I began my treatment I have seen other people come and go - some on 5 zaps, some on 15 and one on 29 (unusual number!) - and had some enjoyable, if brief, conversations with them.

This week the hospital has juggled all the zapping teams round - something they do every so often.  I guess it keeps them on their toes, treating different kinds of patients and working with different colleagues.  Probably it avoids slack practice or collusion in bad habits.  This morning there was a queue at my zapping chamber and only one staff member ready, whilst next door there were two staff and no patients... common sense prevailed and one of them came over to get things going.

So, 60% across the 'river' with only two full weeks left to go.  Although there is some skin soreness (more at exit sites than entry for some reason) and odd waves of fatigue, I seem to be doing pretty well on it.

Step by step, on and on, I'll walk with Jesus til the journey is done... as the kiddy song says.  Sounds a bit twee, but theologically it is good to know that God is with me in all of this.