Zo. Daar zit je te zonnen, in de sneeuw, lekker warm onder je dons, fleece en windstopper, boven op de 135ste berg die je beklommen heb, vijf jaren nadat je verteld werd dat je zou maar drie jaren nog te leven hebben, ook al je de medicatie nam, en slechts maar één zonder. Wat een wonder is dit!
13:00 – An Socach (M227), 3097ft, 944m
I have now climbed both Beinn a Chaorainns, both Carn Liaths, both Meall Garbhs, two of the three Ben Mores, two of the three Carn Deargs, three of the four Geal Charns, all three Carn nan Gabhar/Gobhars and from today all three An Socachs.
I am often asked which cancer charity I prefer to see supported. My answer is always: Maggie’s Centres.
11:45 – Ben Challum (M106), 3363ft, 1025m
New snow and morning frost mean otherwise boggy approaches become frozen over and less challenging while the views from the summits more spectacular. What better conditions than these to climb Ben Challum with its reputation for very boggy approaches and spectacular views. Continue reading “Munro with cancer #133”
It is now more than five years since I was told in no uncertain terms by a senior urologist working at the Diakonessenhuis hospital in Utrecht in The Netherlands that if I did not take the medication he was prescribing me, I would be dead within a year, and that even if I did, I would likely be dead within three. Another urologist, working at the Wilhelmina Hospital in Nijmegen, who some weeks later offered a second opinion, suggested that three years was maybe a bit pessimistic, adding that five was more likely. Continue reading “New Horizons”