Cancer 137

The Combined Day Unit (CDU) where I receive my treatment flooded on Tuesday, so all appointments were cancelled. I assumed that I would miss the treatment, that my timetable for the next few weeks would become muddled, and that it may well delay my treatment break when we are hoping to get away on holiday. Norther Germany as you are asking. Fortunately, I received a telephone call yesterday, saying that my treatment was rescheduled to today, Thursday, which means cancelling our weekend with the kids, as I will not have the bottle removed until Saturday.

It is all excitement with cancer treatment. The main rule I have learned is not to make solid advanced plans, as they will often have to be cancelled. Booking accommodation and ferries has cost us money in the past, only to have to cancel them with no refund—bear in mind I cannot easily get travel insurance to cover these things. When staring death in the face, insurance companies run a mile.

Talking of death, I don’t seem to be very good at doing it. I feel healthier now than at any time since my diagnosis. I know I am not really, I am probably just more used to feeling like this, but leave me in my dream world. My plans for the future are expanding. Not only am I hoping to achieve date-related milestones, but I have at least three novels to write. I am just embarking on an advanced novel writing course which should see me complete a draft of one of these novels. I am burning to get on to the second one, which is resting at 40,000 words, and I think will be easier to complete in a meaningful way. I have no idea whether any of these novels will be published in my lifetime. It doesn’t matter, though it would be nice. My only ambition as a teenager was to write a book. I have done that 10 times over, but I don’t have a novel to my name. Perhaps I should rewrite these blogs.