Sometimes people tell me that they would be frightened, alone in the mountains, particularly when camping out. My usual response is that there is nothing to fear except axe wielding maniacs. Sometimes I also have to ask when the last time was that they heard of an axe wielding maniac running amok in the Scottish Highlands. Continue reading “Exposure”
The first victim of cancer is the future. Continue reading “The first victim”
There is a place I always go back to. Continue reading “There is a place I always go back to ….”
Since the start of 2017 I have sought the advice of two Buddhist teachers about how to deal with my condition. As I have often said, the effort is almost entirely mental – although this is now changing somewhat as I feel the effects of the medication not working any more. Continue reading “The Great Moss”
My oncologist is a very nice man. Continue reading “An ordinary visit to the oncologist”
The following is not a joyful or inspiring text. It nevertheless says what has to be said. Also, sensitive readers beware that in the second last paragraph, there is a word I rarely use and that might be considered offensive.
I had always intended to be away in the hills somewhere for the week or so before my next oncology appointment, which was planned for 27th June. Continue reading “Chemical castration”