It’s amazing the difference a few months can make.
Life is pretty good.
I have just finished a series of prostate cancer talks at a group of surgeries overseen by Danelle. Four words that don’t normally go together with anything I do. Rewarding and almost uneventful, would describe them. They were well attended, and the feedback was moving, thankful and encouraging. I really enjoyed doing them. There was no more ‘arguments’ or should I say vocal differences of opinion unlike the first talk that I did.Read More »
In 1942 a team of scientists headed by Harry Coover Jr, accidently discovered a curious substance that annoyingly stuck to everything it came into contact with, within seconds. Rejected initially it would be nine years before it’s true commercial potential would be realised. Cyanoacrylates were born. We know them better as super glue. From medical to veterinary, rock climbing to forensic science, the uses of superglue are endless.
The British comedian, Peter Kay, has a famous sketch where he describes the Hobnob biscuit as the hardman of the biscuit world. Whereas other biscuits like Rich Tea cry, wither and then quickly disintegrate in a hot cup of tea the hard nut Hobnob is the commando of the biscuit world. It will stay intact and dare the tea drinker to ‘bring it on’. I try not to swear if I can. I used to swear like a trooper when I was younger so it can still be a challenge at times. I am going to swear in this blog a lot so ‘biscuit’ will be the new swear word of choice.
Everything was going well, almost too well. The only negative I could mention was the waiting about at the hospital for the treatment or being asked to come in earlier than the scheduled time. But they were minor gripes, the main thing was that treatment was going better than I thought it would. Then we hit the half-way stage and of course it all went to pot or ‘the radioactive chickens came home to roost’.
I Am The One In Three 