In Spain, you have to renew your driving licence every ten years, and every five years after the age of 60. Mine expired on my birthday. Since I spent most of my birthday in the recuperation ward after my operation, I wasn’t in a rush to renew it for obvious reasons, but by June I began to feel that it would be nice to get it sorted out. I ought…
Most British people have probably never heard of Irene Villas. (Spanish Irene is three syllables, with short vowels.) When she was 12 her mother was driving her to school and they caught an ETA bomb intended for someone else. She lost both legs, one right at the hip, and several fingers. Her mother lost an arm and a leg. Now she’s all grown up with children of her own. She’s…
I finally got my results from my CAT scan at the end of May. All clear, nothing nasty. I hadn’t noticed that I’d been hunching my shoulders until I got the news and they dropped. I’ve got three new articles on Medium.com this year which I’ve never mentioned. Why I Give My Pronouns It’s only a small thing There is no such thing as a cat Who Gives Medical Treatment…
My hair is coming back! I didn’t believe it at first because the Internet says 3-6 months and I only finished chemo 6 weeks ago. I thought the fuzz on my head was left over from cutting off the remains of my hair, but it’s far too thick for that, and it’s all the same length, about 2 mm. I couldn’t have got it that close and even with scissors….
I got out. I actually got out! My friend Petra took me to Santa Cruz and pushed me for miles. I had to cover up to avoid the sun, but my goodness it was fun after seeing so much of my living room.
No more chemotherapy ever! Well. No more chemotherapy unless/until I get bad news from a scan, which might never happen, although it was a shock when the doctor told me that my central line would stay in place as a precautionary measure, for at least two years. In any case, I can’t do anything about it except for eating well, so I shall waste as little energy on it as…