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The final frontier 

The final frontier 

Yesterday we paid what will probably be our final visit to my oncologist, Dr Stancliffe. That, in itself, isn’t quite as final as it sounds, since she is handing me over to an excellent team at St Nicholas Hospice. They can call on an amazing range of resources,...

Something (much) more than friendship 

Something (much) more than friendship 

When I was four I fell helplessly, head over heels, in love. Sadly, that love was doomed. But anyone who met my beautiful, feisty, mischievous cousin Birte would, I’m sure, have understood. Birte was born just six months after me, to my mother’s younger sister,...

So who is the carer?

So who is the carer?

Never let it be said that we lead a quiet life. This past week has certainly proved that. It began when I made contact with St Nicholas Hospice - something I had been hoping to do for a long time. And, as I had hoped, they were extremely helpful. Their efforts have...

Reflections after three weeks (plus) of lying on my back…

Reflections after three weeks (plus) of lying on my back…

No, we don’t have a ceiling mirror over the bed (and nor, these days at any rate, do we have the slightest reason to install one… 🙂). It’s simply that ‘on my back’ is about the only position I can comfortably maintain for more than a few minutes. Sitting down is out,...

On a scale of one to ten…

On a scale of one to ten…

I have to admit it’s a tad ironic… I’ve talked to my oncologist - the excellent Dr Stancliffe - about the increasing pain and irritation I’m getting from my main tumour. From Boris the Bloated Bastard. And she’s suggested palliative radiotherapy. An attempt to shrink...

Hell brings up the rear

Hell brings up the rear

It’s a basic result of my condition (if you’ll forgive the wordplay) that there will be times when it is, quite literally, a pain in the rear. And it has been, quite consistently, for a few days now. Last night was the nadir. Pressure from the tumour had me heading...

Only when I larf…

Only when I larf…

Remember my catchline: 'where humour is your secret weapon'? Well, this week two different NHS teams have proved just how true that is... First up was the dermatology crew at West Suffolk. A few weeks ago my beloved spouse noticed a mark on my back that stood out from...

Adventure in Denmark – the return

Adventure in Denmark – the return

The end of a holiday is usually the part where you wind down. On this occasion I have trouble remembering when I was last quite so wound up... Our lovely hotel was - as ever - taking good care of us. They had ensured a taxi for us in good time to get to the airport,...

Adventure in Denmark – København, mon amour…

Adventure in Denmark – København, mon amour…

Copnehagen - or København as it should properly be called - is my favourite capital city. Not that I'm prejudiced, or anything (though admittedly my mother was born there, which may have some influence). But the combination of beautiful buildings, open vistas, and...

Adventure in Denmark – from Ice Age to Atlantic Wall

Adventure in Denmark – from Ice Age to Atlantic Wall

Denmark - as I know all too well - suffered a Nazi invasion in 1940 and was occupied for the rest of the war. That invasion impacted my mother directly. She'd volunteered for service in the ATS before the war, and was quite rightly placed in Intelligence. With her...