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  • Annual Nag - World Cancer Day

    It's eight years since the 'morning after' my cancer surgery.  Eight years of life I might not have otherwise known. Eight years of mostly good health (drug side effects, some major, notwishtanding).  Eight years during which I have travelled to New Zealand, Hungary, Malta, Czechia, Finland, Madeirra, Tennerife, France and Italy.  Eight years during which I have conducted baptisms and weddings, baby blessings and funerals. Eight years that have been more full of joy than sorrow.  Eight years when I have at times struggled to deal with the long term emotional/mental/psychological impact of what life, more widely, has sent my way.  Eight years I am glad to have been given.

    So, annual nag coming up - do the screening (even if targets aren't being met anywhere in the UK, the BBC never looks further than England), do the awareness/self checking and report lumsp, bumps, rashes, itches, bleeds, bloats, coughs, headaches or bloating that have no reasonable explanation or have gone on more than a couple of weeks.

    Cancer treatment isn't fun, but it's better than the alternative - and avoids the guilt that can arise from if only...'

  • Fire Walk!

    Exactly eight years ago today, I was lying in a room in the High Dependency Ward of the Canniesburn Plastic Surgery Unit at Glasgow Royal Infirmary, having just undergone major surgery.  I can't recall much about that evening, except evidently I was decidedly 'high' as a result of the drugs.

    Back then, even being here eight years on seemed impossible, never mind being well, happy and healthy... and having discovered I quite like the odd adrenaline challenge. This year it will walking on fire!

    So, if you are mad enough to wish to sponsor me, there's a button thingy in the left hand column of this blog.  It seems walking on fire really is a case of mind over matter - quick march and all will be well, dawdle and, well, let's not go there!

    It's a Thursday evening in March, and I have pledged to raise £120, so all donations, however small, very welcome.

  • Birthday Memories of Miss A...

    Today would have been Miss A's 101st birthday... I like to imagine that she is enjoying some cake (with candles) and has finally found out whether or not she is allowed to eat ham.

  • My beautiful kitties

  • Book Culling (again)

    This afternoon I've begun another cull of books form my office/study. Some of these are ancient tomes passed on to me by someone they'd been passed on to umpteen years ago.  Most of them are key texts I had to buy for my research degree, and which have been gathering dust every since.  They represent serious expenditure back in the day, but now I am hoping that they will find new homes and bless new people.  Three of these fifty or so books survived the cull... I have lots more shelves to cull, lots more memories to let go but I have so many books double-banked or stacked on the floor that it's all just silly.

    Almost all these books spark (or sparked) joy but now it's time to share that joy with others.