Monthly Archive: February 2015

Bubble. Funny – but that used to be my nickname – how is it that I only just remembered?  Uncle Henry gave nicknames to his children and nephews, and mine was Bubble.  Of course,...

Cooked. The first big batch of bone broth. All Diana’s preparation comes together and I get the big stock pot bubbling.  The studio fills with the most amazing aroma for 24 hours and the...

Air. One of those rare warm winter sun days and friends and dogs to share it with. What a tonic. We walked the circuit across fields to the cliff tops and down to Gwenva...

1 Year. I can’t quite believe it, but it has been ONE YEAR since the word cancer was mentioned to me by the gentle doctor in Treliske. No it hasn’t!  I’m going mad.  It...

Green light. Well, positive news in that the last PET/CT scan result is good – the lymphoma has again been knocked back and apart form one probably spurious hot spot in my neck the...

Special. And there’s much more to be positive about too.  After my PET/CT scan I head up to London. I’m virtually living on the train this week and loving every moment of it. Thursday...