Monthly Archive: February 2015

Day 341

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,...

Day 337

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...

Day 336

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...

Day 335

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...

Day 332

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...

Day 327

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...