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Tom Stoppard is dead. I didn’t know he was Czech until the other day. He wrote Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, an absurdist play based on Hamlet that I somehow liken to my two forms of morphine, zoomorph and oromorph. I don’t know which is which, but in an absurdist world it doesn’t really matter. In the […]

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Cancer 152

I get my latest scan results today. For some reason I am not as optimistic as usual. At some point the chemotherapy will stop working and the cancer will grow. I have had a somewhat rough time of it in the last few weeks re diarrhoea, possible Covid, temperature probably relating to the flu and […]

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