So after a day yesterday which saw pieces falling off my expensive vacuum cleaner, the doors falling of my murderously expensive Indonesian cabinets and my having to invest heavily in Kleenex tissues I wake up today to a message from the vaccum cleaner people 'bring it in, we'll exchange it' - an e-mail from the cabinet people 'e-mail pics we'll see what we can do' and no phlegm courtesy of Allegra (a fine drug)
Hurrah and Huzzah
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Friday, May 19, 2006
All medicated up
Ok
I now have anti-biotics and allergy medication.
Need to dump both into my system as a CAT scan can't tell the difference between an area of infection (so any phlegm on your chest) and an area of cancer.
Want to clear this up before Weds then... cause I ain't doing 2 CAT scans, the barium is horrible.
Weird that I think that I'm dying, Jude thinks I have another chest infection (low white cell count, lots of people on the subway) and the hospital thinks that I have hayfever (the pollen count this wek has been 'extreme')
Gotta love perspective, dontcha?
I now have anti-biotics and allergy medication.
Need to dump both into my system as a CAT scan can't tell the difference between an area of infection (so any phlegm on your chest) and an area of cancer.
Want to clear this up before Weds then... cause I ain't doing 2 CAT scans, the barium is horrible.
Weird that I think that I'm dying, Jude thinks I have another chest infection (low white cell count, lots of people on the subway) and the hospital thinks that I have hayfever (the pollen count this wek has been 'extreme')
Gotta love perspective, dontcha?
Damn
Coughing like a maniac today
And spitting clear liquid into a million tissues again
Obviously something isn't right
Last time this happened it took 10 days of anti-biotics to clear things up
Hope that's the case again
have a call in to the hospital, waiting on a reply (and a prescription)
Let's see when they get back to me
And spitting clear liquid into a million tissues again
Obviously something isn't right
Last time this happened it took 10 days of anti-biotics to clear things up
Hope that's the case again
have a call in to the hospital, waiting on a reply (and a prescription)
Let's see when they get back to me
More movie Reviews
Amusing myself with writing more movie reviews
Da Vinci Code today which started with the line
"All you need to know about The Da Vinci Code is this - Tom Hank's hair isn't the worst thing about the movie"
As I said, amusing myself
Da Vinci Code today which started with the line
"All you need to know about The Da Vinci Code is this - Tom Hank's hair isn't the worst thing about the movie"
As I said, amusing myself
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Test schedule
Okay for those who need to know
I have a PET scan on the 23rd
I have a CAT scan on the 24th
I meet with my oncologist on the 25th
And I have a radiation oncology meeting pencilled in for the 30th
All systems are go
I have a PET scan on the 23rd
I have a CAT scan on the 24th
I meet with my oncologist on the 25th
And I have a radiation oncology meeting pencilled in for the 30th
All systems are go
Easily bored?
Throughout my adult working life I’ve been plagued by rumors that I’m ‘easily bored.’ Having not been bored since discovering The Internet, that my neighbors had no curtains and the relentless joys of masturbation I’ve taken great exception to this.
I’m not easily bored, I’m constantly exasperated.
You see I work in an advertising agency. Which these days means working with second string business graduates caught within the moldy confines of their own, MBA inspired, vocabulary.
It wasn’t always thus. There was a time when advertising agencies were full of fearsome, drug addled alcoholic maniacs prone to rage, violence and occasional moments of genius. Unable to hold down a job anywhere else in the world these men were a half Guinness away from being the urine stained guy that corporate clients stepped over as they left the theatre and looked nervously about for their on expenses Lincoln town cars.
And this was a good thing – because the deviants within an agency had very different ways of looking at the world than did the clients who paid for their thinking. And that’s what Lincoln town car ordering corporate clients wanted from advertising agencies. Fresh perspectives.
But somewhere in the 80s tings changed. Tight men with tight mouths and penchants for acronyms took over the advertising world.
HR people were hired, carpets turned a soul sucking gray and a knee grazingly hard wearing corduroy. Trousers turned a khaki beige and acquired neat creases. Good dentistry started to be the norm, swearing stopped being the norm.
Agencies started to look like their clients – who all looked like each other and profit margins started to shrink. When you have a plethora of identical companies offering identical services to identical clients price tends to become a bigger factor.
To compensate for this the acronym’d holding companies invested in advertising testing companies and demanded that all ads be tested – lest something damaging slip through the net.
Thus the identical agencies started to run their ideas through a hugely profitable marketing wind tunnel – and the ads, like the cars sculpted in a wind tunnel before them, all came out looking the same.
It was around this time that people stopped paying attention to the ads.
It was into this freshly minted hell that I fell. Head full of jingles, instant potato shilling aliens and naked, bald, fat orange men who might just give you a slap if you weren’t careful.
And here the exasperation started.
Exasperated at the number of times I hear the words ‘Out of the box’
Exasperated at having to explain that an ad’ featuring a 13 year old Romanian gymnast that ends with the words ‘full splits, crotch shot’ isn’t right for a brand whose tone is sophisticated, witty, more Noel Cowerd than Noel Edmunds.
Exasperated at the number of suits and identical hairstyles.
But worst of all exasperated to be in an industry where tasseled loafers still abound unpunished.
So these days upon hearing of plans to escape the dreaded box, or upon being slowly read a script that’s heading towards pre-pubescent snatch or approach by a tassel loafer’d suit I run for the hills.
Easily bored? No just in mourning for the industry we lost.
I’m not easily bored, I’m constantly exasperated.
You see I work in an advertising agency. Which these days means working with second string business graduates caught within the moldy confines of their own, MBA inspired, vocabulary.
It wasn’t always thus. There was a time when advertising agencies were full of fearsome, drug addled alcoholic maniacs prone to rage, violence and occasional moments of genius. Unable to hold down a job anywhere else in the world these men were a half Guinness away from being the urine stained guy that corporate clients stepped over as they left the theatre and looked nervously about for their on expenses Lincoln town cars.
And this was a good thing – because the deviants within an agency had very different ways of looking at the world than did the clients who paid for their thinking. And that’s what Lincoln town car ordering corporate clients wanted from advertising agencies. Fresh perspectives.
But somewhere in the 80s tings changed. Tight men with tight mouths and penchants for acronyms took over the advertising world.
HR people were hired, carpets turned a soul sucking gray and a knee grazingly hard wearing corduroy. Trousers turned a khaki beige and acquired neat creases. Good dentistry started to be the norm, swearing stopped being the norm.
Agencies started to look like their clients – who all looked like each other and profit margins started to shrink. When you have a plethora of identical companies offering identical services to identical clients price tends to become a bigger factor.
To compensate for this the acronym’d holding companies invested in advertising testing companies and demanded that all ads be tested – lest something damaging slip through the net.
Thus the identical agencies started to run their ideas through a hugely profitable marketing wind tunnel – and the ads, like the cars sculpted in a wind tunnel before them, all came out looking the same.
It was around this time that people stopped paying attention to the ads.
It was into this freshly minted hell that I fell. Head full of jingles, instant potato shilling aliens and naked, bald, fat orange men who might just give you a slap if you weren’t careful.
And here the exasperation started.
Exasperated at the number of times I hear the words ‘Out of the box’
Exasperated at having to explain that an ad’ featuring a 13 year old Romanian gymnast that ends with the words ‘full splits, crotch shot’ isn’t right for a brand whose tone is sophisticated, witty, more Noel Cowerd than Noel Edmunds.
Exasperated at the number of suits and identical hairstyles.
But worst of all exasperated to be in an industry where tasseled loafers still abound unpunished.
So these days upon hearing of plans to escape the dreaded box, or upon being slowly read a script that’s heading towards pre-pubescent snatch or approach by a tassel loafer’d suit I run for the hills.
Easily bored? No just in mourning for the industry we lost.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Easy money
There’s an old advertising cliché that insists that everybody involved advertising secretly has a screenplay tucked away in their bottom draw.
The cliché is that the screenplay will be their salvation – an escape from the crushing routine that goes into making of 30 second films that will be skipped, ignored and used as an indicator that it’s okay to run to the bathroom now.
An escape from commerce into art.
I don’t have a screenplay. It’s too much like hard work. Instead I have elevator pitch ideas for shows that I invariably see months later on television.
I really ought to try harder to sell them, here are the latest
Last Shot – American Idol for contestants between 30 and 45.
The twist? In addition to the auditions the judges have to go out and find half of the final 12 (in clubs, busking, on cruise ships, etc.) “Sponsoring” two contestants.
Every contestant has to have been trying to break through for at least 10 years
And we’re emotionally invested because unlike the kids on Idol… these guys don’t have years in front of them.
This is their Last Shot
Redemption
Apprentice style soulless business types are given the chance to perform Extreme Home Makeover style good deeds for ‘worthy families’
We get to see them evolve as people as well as cry with the families
The Pitch
Teams of four pitch against advertising professionals to come up with the best ideas on some of the biggest brands in America. We watch them at the briefing, working on original ideas, presenting to client and testing their ideas. Those who beat the professionals see their ideas made and win $250,000
Maybe I should flesh these out
The cliché is that the screenplay will be their salvation – an escape from the crushing routine that goes into making of 30 second films that will be skipped, ignored and used as an indicator that it’s okay to run to the bathroom now.
An escape from commerce into art.
I don’t have a screenplay. It’s too much like hard work. Instead I have elevator pitch ideas for shows that I invariably see months later on television.
I really ought to try harder to sell them, here are the latest
Last Shot – American Idol for contestants between 30 and 45.
The twist? In addition to the auditions the judges have to go out and find half of the final 12 (in clubs, busking, on cruise ships, etc.) “Sponsoring” two contestants.
Every contestant has to have been trying to break through for at least 10 years
And we’re emotionally invested because unlike the kids on Idol… these guys don’t have years in front of them.
This is their Last Shot
Redemption
Apprentice style soulless business types are given the chance to perform Extreme Home Makeover style good deeds for ‘worthy families’
We get to see them evolve as people as well as cry with the families
The Pitch
Teams of four pitch against advertising professionals to come up with the best ideas on some of the biggest brands in America. We watch them at the briefing, working on original ideas, presenting to client and testing their ideas. Those who beat the professionals see their ideas made and win $250,000
Maybe I should flesh these out
Monday, May 15, 2006
Just another pic
Before chemo I wouldn't have my picture taken, now I'm a lens whore... never leaving the house without a camera and just willing people to say the words "Let me take one of you"
Wonder if 'attention seeking' is a side effect of the drugs still coarsing through my system? Might explain the 'drama queenery' too.
Wonder if 'attention seeking' is a side effect of the drugs still coarsing through my system? Might explain the 'drama queenery' too.
Still here, still waiting
In what's become a familiar refrain, I'm still waiting on some news of when my scans will be.
Scheduling is not what Cornell does best.
The weird thing is that I might be 'cured' (the quotation marks representing the high relapse rate) and ready to be back at work full time and proper by June 1st.
In my bones however I feel that they're going to to radiation therapy. Weird how it works, radiation therapy. Basically it breaks down the cell DNA. Brutal huh?
Have to be careful about phrases like ''in my bones" too - as that's about the only place this cancer didn't visit pre-treatment.
Anyway just wanted to put up a simple update that let people know where I am medically rather than mentally.
That's it
Scheduling is not what Cornell does best.
The weird thing is that I might be 'cured' (the quotation marks representing the high relapse rate) and ready to be back at work full time and proper by June 1st.
In my bones however I feel that they're going to to radiation therapy. Weird how it works, radiation therapy. Basically it breaks down the cell DNA. Brutal huh?
Have to be careful about phrases like ''in my bones" too - as that's about the only place this cancer didn't visit pre-treatment.
Anyway just wanted to put up a simple update that let people know where I am medically rather than mentally.
That's it
Friday, May 12, 2006
Business as usual
I spent my first full week at work since January this week.
The side effects of Friday and Monday’s chemo seemed pretty mild – a washed out exhaustion coupled with legs that turn to lead suddenly and without warning. And seeing how exhaustion is par for the course for my team at work and that no part of the job involves me having to suddenly make a 60 meter dash anyway it seemed only right that I went in.
And it was weird how quickly I was back to business as usual.
Within 24 hrs I had been ignored, screamed at, talked over, personally insulted, had my professional qualifications questioned and had generally been accused of causing every ill from late starting meetings to genocide in Darfur (only Darfur is an exaggeration and even that only a slight exaggeration).
It seemed that I was symbolic of all that is wrong with advertising, with agency structure, with America and with people in general.
Dealing with the self obsessed, ignorant, arrogant and truly talented has always been one of the attractions of the business. But the US has always been strange. Respect here is attributed according to title rather than ability to help. It’s a strange place that never considers the idea that something might be ‘under thought’
So where do I go from here?
I have no question in my mind that what I want to do is help businesses make their products and services more relevant and attractive.
I have no doubt that I love advertising – more than anyone should be allowed to love what they do
The question now has to be – can I make a difference to the businesses paying me to help them within the confines of my current situation?
And should I really care this much?
Oh who knows?
Maybe it is time to become a client.. or to start something of my own over again
Sigh.
The side effects of Friday and Monday’s chemo seemed pretty mild – a washed out exhaustion coupled with legs that turn to lead suddenly and without warning. And seeing how exhaustion is par for the course for my team at work and that no part of the job involves me having to suddenly make a 60 meter dash anyway it seemed only right that I went in.
And it was weird how quickly I was back to business as usual.
Within 24 hrs I had been ignored, screamed at, talked over, personally insulted, had my professional qualifications questioned and had generally been accused of causing every ill from late starting meetings to genocide in Darfur (only Darfur is an exaggeration and even that only a slight exaggeration).
It seemed that I was symbolic of all that is wrong with advertising, with agency structure, with America and with people in general.
Dealing with the self obsessed, ignorant, arrogant and truly talented has always been one of the attractions of the business. But the US has always been strange. Respect here is attributed according to title rather than ability to help. It’s a strange place that never considers the idea that something might be ‘under thought’
So where do I go from here?
I have no question in my mind that what I want to do is help businesses make their products and services more relevant and attractive.
I have no doubt that I love advertising – more than anyone should be allowed to love what they do
The question now has to be – can I make a difference to the businesses paying me to help them within the confines of my current situation?
And should I really care this much?
Oh who knows?
Maybe it is time to become a client.. or to start something of my own over again
Sigh.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Nae Deed the noo
A real quickie to say yes I'm still alive, yes I'm running late for work and yes SOME of the weight is starting to fall off (12lbs to go)
See y'all soon
See y'all soon
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Thank you
On my way home from my last chemo session I resolved to write ‘Thank You’ letters to all of the people who individually offered up the hands of help which formed the sea upon which I’ve surfed through this whole treatment.
And each of you will get a letter.
Chemo proved surprisingly easy for me. I know that there’s a ‘brave face’ theory that people want to apply to patients who don’t seem outwardly affected by the seriousness of what’s happening to them. And that there’s a ‘denial’ theory applied to those who don’t seem inwardly troubled. I can genuinely say that neither applies to me. And for very simple reason.
“I’ve never felt as though I was sinking because I always had your support.”
And that goes for all of the people who have slogged their way through increasingly banal blog entries. Seeing your hits on the site and your flags on the map (way to go Sweden) has meant a lot. It’s meant that people care. Not just about me, but about my wife and how she’s doing. Logging in each day I saw her support system more alive than I may have felt and I was buoyed by that thought.
There are of course still mysteries - who is checking in from North Carolina?
And there is work to be done – tests, radiotherapy, getting back in shape, deciding on what, where, when and with whom our lives go from here/
But we’re on our way and we have you to thank for that.
So thank you.
And each of you will get a letter.
Chemo proved surprisingly easy for me. I know that there’s a ‘brave face’ theory that people want to apply to patients who don’t seem outwardly affected by the seriousness of what’s happening to them. And that there’s a ‘denial’ theory applied to those who don’t seem inwardly troubled. I can genuinely say that neither applies to me. And for very simple reason.
“I’ve never felt as though I was sinking because I always had your support.”
And that goes for all of the people who have slogged their way through increasingly banal blog entries. Seeing your hits on the site and your flags on the map (way to go Sweden) has meant a lot. It’s meant that people care. Not just about me, but about my wife and how she’s doing. Logging in each day I saw her support system more alive than I may have felt and I was buoyed by that thought.
There are of course still mysteries - who is checking in from North Carolina?
And there is work to be done – tests, radiotherapy, getting back in shape, deciding on what, where, when and with whom our lives go from here/
But we’re on our way and we have you to thank for that.
So thank you.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Chemo VI - the aftershock
Actually Chemo Six seems to be going swimmingly. Sure I threw up like a bulemic at a pie eating show whilst they administered the '96ml of orange gloop' that I so hate but since then it's been plain sailing.
Sure I get a strange feeling in my chest and a worryingly queasy cough when I exercise - but take it easy and all is fine. No nausea, no fatigue, no worries.
Next comes the scans, the radiation oncologist appointment and the desperate plea to work around my vacation dates... we shall see.
Sure I get a strange feeling in my chest and a worryingly queasy cough when I exercise - but take it easy and all is fine. No nausea, no fatigue, no worries.
Next comes the scans, the radiation oncologist appointment and the desperate plea to work around my vacation dates... we shall see.
Saturday, May 06, 2006
For those who asked "what does chemo look like?"
It looks like this...
For full effect sit in nasty green 'recliner' (it won't), surround yourself with sick people, cram 12 chairs into a room the size of your bathtub, add in overworked nurses, a slow pharmacy and the odd paranoid patient and you're there
For full effect sit in nasty green 'recliner' (it won't), surround yourself with sick people, cram 12 chairs into a room the size of your bathtub, add in overworked nurses, a slow pharmacy and the odd paranoid patient and you're there
Friday, May 05, 2006
Soft Metal?
Woke up this morning singing "It's the final chemo" to the 'tune' of Europe's "Final Countdown" - the mind is a wonderful thing, I wonder how long my subconscious has been cooking up that little treat?
Hoping to find out what the next steps are today. What I know are scans around two weeks from today, an appointment with a radiation oncologist, radioation therapy almost mandatory - every day for at least a month; and every effort made to have me finished in time to go on vacation July 2nd.
I need to go and grab a coffee and a breakfast cake before my patience with this cat (he likes to sit on the keyboard / between you and the screen whenever possible) wear so thin I do something that hurts my karma.
Ciao
Hoping to find out what the next steps are today. What I know are scans around two weeks from today, an appointment with a radiation oncologist, radioation therapy almost mandatory - every day for at least a month; and every effort made to have me finished in time to go on vacation July 2nd.
I need to go and grab a coffee and a breakfast cake before my patience with this cat (he likes to sit on the keyboard / between you and the screen whenever possible) wear so thin I do something that hurts my karma.
Ciao
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Delighted Shepherds Ahoy?
The most spectacular sunset tonight... sky a bazing red, fading to vast purple bruises as dusk swallows the city skyline. Just gorgeous.
Heard a great story that when the Nielman ad' (an ad in which the founder of JetBlue - an American airline -talks of his dread of asking for help on other airlines) appears on the screens placed aback the seats on JetBlue (they all get DirectTV) every passenger reaches up and presses the 'flight attendant' button.
That sentence was tortured, the story though is lovely.
Anyway Jude on a delayed train - so pizza time for this boy
Heard a great story that when the Nielman ad' (an ad in which the founder of JetBlue - an American airline -talks of his dread of asking for help on other airlines) appears on the screens placed aback the seats on JetBlue (they all get DirectTV) every passenger reaches up and presses the 'flight attendant' button.
That sentence was tortured, the story though is lovely.
Anyway Jude on a delayed train - so pizza time for this boy
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Here's the fire
that I was talking about
it's still smoking away - but the smoke is white now, perhaps we have a new Pope
it's still smoking away - but the smoke is white now, perhaps we have a new Pope
What's new
Can see what looks like a HUGE fire raging (huge fires do rage, don't they?) down by the park where I usually walk velcro. Heavy black smoke blocking out the view towards Manhattan
Have a really sore point on my left foot - think that the pedicure may have left my feet so soft that my 5 miles a day with Velcro are leaving me blistered. Damn.
Counting down to Chemo VI - surely a chemo too far. Trying to get a timetable of what happens from there. I've a vacation booked for July 2nd that I'm really hoping to make but that will depend on whether I need radiotherapy, how much I need and of course how soon they can get started. So all up in the air - I'm taking the pessimistic view and preparing myself for missing Anguilla.
Jude at school an extra day this week - but that should be her last schlep up there in a while. I hope so, she could do with a break from the commute and the HOURS it takes to get around up there when you're car-less.
Okay - time to get dressed and get out with the dog. Investigate that fire.
Have a really sore point on my left foot - think that the pedicure may have left my feet so soft that my 5 miles a day with Velcro are leaving me blistered. Damn.
Counting down to Chemo VI - surely a chemo too far. Trying to get a timetable of what happens from there. I've a vacation booked for July 2nd that I'm really hoping to make but that will depend on whether I need radiotherapy, how much I need and of course how soon they can get started. So all up in the air - I'm taking the pessimistic view and preparing myself for missing Anguilla.
Jude at school an extra day this week - but that should be her last schlep up there in a while. I hope so, she could do with a break from the commute and the HOURS it takes to get around up there when you're car-less.
Okay - time to get dressed and get out with the dog. Investigate that fire.
Sunday, April 30, 2006
chemo faced
The face gets rounder and rounder as the steroids really take hold...
Mind you should see my tits... blimey
Oh to have this end and the gym beckon
Mind you should see my tits... blimey
Oh to have this end and the gym beckon
The Weekend
The weekend, the weekend
Been kinda nice here this weekend. The sun is shining, the temperature is hovering at around 20C (perfect Velcro weather) and old friends have been resurfacing.
First up this weekend was Michael – celebrating his 35th birthday in a bar called ‘The Back Room’. It’s literally through an unmarked gate, talk to the large, scary man who leads you down a rat infested alley (we saw two monsters) up another unmarked flight of stairs and into a surprisingly nice bar where they sell their booze in teacups – prohibition speakeasy style. Some nice people there for Michael anyway so good time had be us.
Next up was Sue (who Judith worked with around 10 years ago and whom I’ve not seen since a jaunt to New York to be here for the opening weekend of the rather disappointing Godzilla)… a quick brunch at FADA where the waitress was incredibly rude in that distant, waifish, Williamsburg nonchalant-aggressive way. Still the food was good and because of said waitresses inability to add came to a mere $26 for the four of us (Brunch is $11 so go figure)
From there it was on to the BAM ROSE where we met ‘a recently returned from global travels’ Alex and his ‘in town for the weekend’ girlfriend Christiana – and suffered through ‘Brick’; a dreadful but interesting teen meets noir flick that doesn’t quite pay off ; before finding a tiny bar for drinks that did.
Of course before we got into a taxi for the BAM Rose we had to contend with a volley of gunfire coming from two blocks down - rather pulse quickening as you raced to your taxi and screeched away toward safety.
Today it’s off to the park with the dog before our friend Ali comes over for dinner and tales of her new movie (Jude is going to fill in as a New Yorker in the background)
I’m still heavy legged (could that be a new syndrome? Restless Leg Syndrome – RLS – is all over the TV ads at the moment, this could be the opposite in terms of symptoms but as profitable in terms of suckers willing to cough up cash) but other than that doing well.
Hoping that Friday sees the last of treatment. And that if I do need any radiotherapy it will be short. I booked the vacation in the belief that any radio’ I needed would be done by the end of June. If it’s longer then we may well miss the vacation and lose the money (no insurance for people in the middle of chemo). I’d hate to miss the vacation so everything crossed here.
Anyway LONG entry… time to get dressed and get out into the sunshine.
Been kinda nice here this weekend. The sun is shining, the temperature is hovering at around 20C (perfect Velcro weather) and old friends have been resurfacing.
First up this weekend was Michael – celebrating his 35th birthday in a bar called ‘The Back Room’. It’s literally through an unmarked gate, talk to the large, scary man who leads you down a rat infested alley (we saw two monsters) up another unmarked flight of stairs and into a surprisingly nice bar where they sell their booze in teacups – prohibition speakeasy style. Some nice people there for Michael anyway so good time had be us.
Next up was Sue (who Judith worked with around 10 years ago and whom I’ve not seen since a jaunt to New York to be here for the opening weekend of the rather disappointing Godzilla)… a quick brunch at FADA where the waitress was incredibly rude in that distant, waifish, Williamsburg nonchalant-aggressive way. Still the food was good and because of said waitresses inability to add came to a mere $26 for the four of us (Brunch is $11 so go figure)
From there it was on to the BAM ROSE where we met ‘a recently returned from global travels’ Alex and his ‘in town for the weekend’ girlfriend Christiana – and suffered through ‘Brick’; a dreadful but interesting teen meets noir flick that doesn’t quite pay off ; before finding a tiny bar for drinks that did.
Of course before we got into a taxi for the BAM Rose we had to contend with a volley of gunfire coming from two blocks down - rather pulse quickening as you raced to your taxi and screeched away toward safety.
Today it’s off to the park with the dog before our friend Ali comes over for dinner and tales of her new movie (Jude is going to fill in as a New Yorker in the background)
I’m still heavy legged (could that be a new syndrome? Restless Leg Syndrome – RLS – is all over the TV ads at the moment, this could be the opposite in terms of symptoms but as profitable in terms of suckers willing to cough up cash) but other than that doing well.
Hoping that Friday sees the last of treatment. And that if I do need any radiotherapy it will be short. I booked the vacation in the belief that any radio’ I needed would be done by the end of June. If it’s longer then we may well miss the vacation and lose the money (no insurance for people in the middle of chemo). I’d hate to miss the vacation so everything crossed here.
Anyway LONG entry… time to get dressed and get out into the sunshine.
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