Before I get on to woolly thinking and the destruction of the English language I have some news just in from ‘down under’. A new class of molecules adapted from the white rock sea snail could help fight off cancer cells, according to new research from the University of Wollongong and the Illawarra Health and Medical Research Institute. Of course it is early days and it could be five to ten years before any new drugs are available. These new molecules killed 100% of drug-resistant lab-grown cancer cells in 48 hours, ten times the effectiveness in the same time of one existing chemotherapy drug used against breast cancer. Continue reading “Woolly thinking and Wollongong Snails”
Can you have your cake and eat it?
The other night Liz gave me a slice of cake and I took a bite. When I went to take a second bite I couldn’t find it. This troubled me – had I finished it without noticing? Had I imagined her giving me a slice of cake? I wasn’t going to get too excited about the missing or imaginary cake, but it was strange. Next day I went to the cake tin and found a slice of cake with a bite taken out of it. Mystery solved – I thought I might have dozed for a second or two between taking a bite and looking to take a second one in a cake that wasn’t there but it was a serious doze and Liz had taken the cake into safekeeping. Continue reading “Missing cake and nearly familiar faces”
Today’s musings have nothing to do with chemotherapy or prostate cancer but are in the parallel universe of ‘life goes on’. I now write as an interested observer of the world of work but some years ago I penned a note “A ramble through the management undergrowth” based on many years of studying management from the underside. I even produced some rules which I called Arno’s (such as Arno 34: Don’t let the dead buzzard fool you. – I may explain another day, but on the other hand I may leave you wondering.). However I digress from holidays and cold calls. Continue reading “The world of work – holidays and cold calls”
Last week I had my third chemotherapy session (of six) followed by appointments with my GP and Oncology Consultant. The chemo session was very efficient and quick – we hardly needed the chit for the car to allow us to stay over two hours. The next session might be a little longer because of additional information needed for the Stampede trial. Continue reading “Three down, three to go”
Facebook is full of trivia and bad grammar but sometimes it throws up something interesting. One such something was a link to a blog from 2010 by David Cain entitled “Your Lifestyle Has Already Been Designed (The Real Reason For The Forty-Hour Workweek)” I will tell you a bit about that blog in a minute but it set me thinking to how work has changed since I started fifty years ago. Continue reading “The world of work – a trip down memory lane”
This is just a short post as I approach my third of six chemo sessions (a minor milestone). The quote above comes from an American Surgeon and was quoted in an article Cancer Survivors Celebrate Their Cancerversary published in the New York Times a few years ago. It was drawn to my attention by San Diego Dan and makes an interesting read. The full quote from the surgeon who was talking to one of his cancer patients was “Everybody dies,” he said. “But not everybody lives. I want you to live.” I wonder if he includes tidying the garage, six trips to the dump and a couple to charity shops in that. Decluttering can be very cathartic and opens doors (and I don’t just mean the spare one hidden behind the clutter). Amazing how stuff builds up over 30 or 40 years – anyone want some 78rpm records?
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The other morning I took the dog for a walk along a path I hadn’t been along before even though it is only round the corner. We have to enjoy these paths while we can before they dump a load of houses on them – as if we weren’t crowded enough already. Population density in the South East at 400 people/square kilometre is already highest in the UK and nearly four times the density of France (and 40 times the USA)! But back to my walk. Continue reading “From larks to in-boxes”