Yesterday, the 5th of July was the second anniversary of my big chop.
It’s funny I had pretty much forgotten in the week leading up to it. I should now be considered a successful statistic.
My anniversary coincided with the easing of the big lockdown. Lots of footage of the pubs full and overflowing. Having known a couple of people that have died of COVID 19 and a couple of friends that had contracted it, I will resist the urge to go and get a portion for myself all because of a Malibu and Coke. The two guys that I know contracted it, and survived, are still suffering the side effects long afterward.Read More »
It’s my birthday today. Yeaaaah!!
I am fifty-two. It was two years and one day ago that those faithful words were uttered in my direction,
“It’s not good news and you cannot, not do anything about it’
Ripping my little world apart. Ahhhh, bless.
Not one to dwell on it, I shall be spending my big day with a Spiderman Victoria sponge cake, building a model Star Trek Voyager and for dinner a pandemic bag of fish and chips. The Uber delivered fish and chips being a rare and eye wateringly expensive indulgence.
A week ago, I had a Deja Vue moment. I wondered how I managed to find myself back, for the second time, derrière exposed on the surgery bench as I did almost exactly two years ago.
A friend asked me if I would have a chat with a guy that was recently diagnosed with prostate cancer.
I was only too happy to give him the talk that I never had and wished that I got. However, it would end up be me coming back, scratching and shaking my head.Read More »