After a few days of living in a hospital bed it becomes a bit like a tent.
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Month: December 2018
Merry Midwinter
The disconnection of nutrition from health that is perpetuated by modern health care systems seems to me utterly insane
It was bound to happen one day. Continue reading “Merry Midwinter”
A false alarm
Ever since the diagnosis, it has been impossible not to make sense of every twinge, minor pain or anomalous experience as possibly related to the disease. It is a continuous struggle; try as I might, until there is evidence supplied to the contrary, in the worst recesses of my imagination everything is always related to the cancer.
Letting go
He used to visit when my mother was alive but she shooed him away, not because she did not like cats, but because she was scared she might trip over him. After she died, every time I came to the house he would visit. By the time I moved in, he seemed to have already decided that this was where he wanted to be. I reopened the old cat flap so he could come and go as he pleased. Every time I came home from one of my adventures or from working in the city, he would be close by, waiting for my return with long stories and much purring. Continue reading “Letting go”