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  • Week 4 and Getting Into The Flow..

    So I think my learning is that you can – apparently, who knew? – live life a little more slowly and still get as much as possible out of it. Though you have to apply your mind to it a bit. Can't believe its a month now and we are still nowhere near the peak…

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  • It’s All A Bit Sloooooooowwww

    Phllluurrrrggggghhhh  This is not going to be the most fascinating blog post ever – nor the next one, nor the next one at this rate! Funnily enough, not a huge amount of new stuff to report. The news is shite, albeit mesmerising – a bit like slowly sticking pins in your eyes.  And yes, we…

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  • Isolation Week Two

    So week one went off pretty well really. Felt a bit like just being rather lazy and not heading out or doing much. And staying in touch on our new friends Zoom and HouseParty made it a whole lot easier. But then came week 2 and it was already starting to feel a bit different.…

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  • Hawksey’s Birthday

    Well, it obviously wasn't quite the lovely 55th birthday that we had had in mind – I'd booked the Fat Duck as a special 'mid decade' treat, with a nice hotel, and obvs that all went out of the window.  So we had – surprise – a day in and around the house instead. Started…

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  • The letter and the Catch-22

    Excerpt from the last page of Prof's letter, which follows details of every treatment I have had since diagnosis. This is what I am to present if I catch COVID19, in the (possibly still vain) hope that they will treat me and not write me off as a medical no-hoper. 'Scotty is a 51 year…

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  • An Update from Prof

    Just had Ray on the phone, sharing the latest thinking on Corona/COVID with his patients. On the good side, there are no known cases of Myeloma patients in Spain/Italy, according to his many medical contacts there, dying of COVID as yet.  On the pretty spooky side, he is about to send me (and all his…

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  • Words Not To Hear When Having Stitches Taken Out

    Rough flow of the chat from two very lovely older lady nurses at Parkside just now, when I showed them my back stitches to take out: Oh, Sally Yes Teresa? (nurse 2 looks) Oh, I see what you mean Hmm, yes Well.. What are we to do? Well, these have to be the tightest stitches…

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  • Day 4 – Early Kindnesses

    So, Mr H & I have been self-isolating since Monday now, only the first 4 days of what I suspect is going to be quite a long haul chez Dora. But as the quite-correct pop-ups on FaceBook (source of all wisdom) say, at least we are just being asked to stay at home, while our…

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  • Changing Times

    Bloody hell, it’s all a bit worrying, isn’t it. Talk about a changing situation from day to day at the moment – and I am increasingly concerned about working out what the right thing to do is. Obviously, self-isolating is the safest course. But for 4 months or more?? Fucking hell. Then again, I’m not…

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  • Aunt Ellen – Aged 99

    Ah, my (one and only) cousin Adrian has just sent a really sweet photo of his Mum, my Aunt Ellen, reading her birthday card from us. Which in itself is a bloody miracle at 99 years old!                         She is Dad's older sister, as…

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