Still here

This will be my last blog - I wish it wasn't as I've thoroughly enjoyed the process. It's been good for me to share my thoughts 'n' that. Thank you if you've read these and accompanied me on this journey that is now, unfortunately, coming towards it's end. My health has taken quite the nose-dive and its obvious that time is no longer on my side; I've been surprised at how quickly I have declined. I'd go so far as to say I'm really shocked at how rapid my mobility has simply gone. Cancer is a proper bastard.  It feels like I was reasonably okay and then, within the blink of an eye, I'm pretty much bed-bound and it's a mind bender. Which means I won't get that last ride on my bike. 😥😭 Never mind, the rides I did during the summer were fantastic and the lads who came along made each trip as good as it was. Cheers, chaps! 🏍  I'm not going to write here about all the things that will happen after I've gone - a pointless endeavou...

My intention from the outset of doing these blogs was to only mention and update on my cancer progress, but it seems to have forced its way in and, not dominated, but been more of a focus that I'd have liked.  This blog is going to be purely about the bastard. I'll give it the spotlight this once.  CT Scan results: Shit. The results are proper shit. That about covers it, really. 😉 The chemotherapy treatment hasn't and isn't working. In fact, all areas of tumours, and new sites, are positively thriving. If you threw a bucket of darts at my body core, you'll likely hit a bit of my creepy companion. So, the chemo has been stopped. It sounds obvious, doesn't it? I still felt the need to ask and make sure.  Yep, no more chemo! Yay! It's a tricky one this and difficult to get happy about either way. Having chemo gives you some hope - not having it, or rather knowing that it is now pointless, is more than a little disheartening. As much as I hated chemo, and I rea...

Blog 6 is a tad different. Still a blog of sorts, but also where I've decided to dump some poems I wrote a while ago and want to share it here. It's a mixed bag of styles and content and if I put it here, then it's in one place and easily retrievable when I want it.  All of these came from a moment of inspiration and then I'd write nothing for ages or I would churn something out and realise it's a bit cack. I envy proper writers, man.  I've saved things in loads of different places (Old USBs, laptops, harddrives, emails) and forgotten most of it until accidentally stumbling upon them. Some of you may have seen them before. Quite a few I can't find.  Here goes... They are in no particular order at all.  This first one was written about my mate, Ken Little. He was wheeled into my ward 5 and a half years ago after having almost the same surgery as me but a few days behind. They couldn't complete his 'Whipple' as they found his cancer had spread to h...