On having a stroke

This Tuesday afternoon was fine, up to a point, that point being the time I had a minor stroke. I don’t know when it hit,  and the first thing I knew about it was when Charlotte came home and asked me what was wrong with my face. There was maybe a clue before then. I’d … Continue reading →

Receiving someone else’s bad news

I had a shocker at the hospital the other day.  I was shown into a room and given a piece of paper that told me that my treatment wasn’t working, that my tumours were resistant to the drugs,  and that I was being offered a place on a new trial. I was told that I … Continue reading →

Here’s to life, wife, Iceland and the Northern Lights

2014 could have been the year that I moved over/went pack to bed/pushed up daisies, but thankfully, thanks to chemotherapy tablets, that looks very unlikely. Around this time last year, my lovely wife and I asked asked my specialist doctor for a ballpark figure on when I might shuffle off . We were told 18 … Continue reading →