I try to keep this blog entertaining, real but with a smattering of irony, a glance to the past, a smile or a tear. I enjoy making the patterns in the writing, the dom - de - dom. It is about me having cancer however and a particular bastard to boot. It's been tough of course getting the diagnosis, reading the stats, telling the kids, having the surgery, the radio and the chemo but I have kept to my own "let's keep cheery " brief.
But let's be honest I am struggling now to be very cheery about the fact I can hardly pick my legs up and that last night I had more pain than four labours rolled together - even if mine were famously easy. Ok today the pain is easier so that is good, in fact I am not in pain as we speak. Last night was a flare up from the radiotherapy on my equine vestige, of course it was, why should I ever have such pain again? Oh yes there is the cancer. Readers will also have picked up that I am a celebratory slob. I like nothing better than doing nothing but read and do the odd crossword but even I am jacked off that I can't straighten my innumerable cushions the way I like them or put my book away where I think it should go. I also find that I don't like telling people what to do or asking for help with simple things, I have only one abiding religious creed - don't wake people up when they are asleep ( will have to convert the twins) so I lie around worrying about asking for things in the middle of the night or when I want a swig of morphine .
I quite like the wheelchair we bought yesterday to get me round the shops, I liked being at eye level to the stuff and not having to make any effort and I have been reminded that love is about looking after as well as looking at and I thank my lucky stars that me and Stewart know and love each other and have no modesty whatsoever.