If only . . .

I recently was given a lift by my son in his new car (in order that I might imbibe a couple of celebratory glasses of wine – a first) and noticed that not only did it change gear for him, it also dipped the headlights when another car approached. He then told me that if he was on the motorway and started to stray out of the lane it would give a nudge on the steering wheel and if that didn’t work it would shout at him. I am sure all these features (and ones like anti-lock braking) are making a contribution to road safety but it is a bit much when you are nagged by a car. Continue reading “If only . . .”

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Those darn platelets

When my platelets peaked at 116 (well it was a peak compared to last year’s trough, but not up to the levels of the pre-chemo days) the haematology consultant decided I didn’t need to go into CCHU for a while and that they would instead have me have a blood test every four months which they would follow up with a ‘phone call. I had had a blood test a month ago for my last oncology appointment where I found that my platelet count had drifted down to 83. Would it now have recovered or would it still be dropping? Continue reading “Those darn platelets”

It’s that nervous time of year again

From comments in the press about marks being adjusted for the stiffer A levels so that the trend doesn’t show a big dip (!) I guess it’s that time of year when youngsters nervously await the results for tests they took a month or two back. For me my test was on Monday and the results came in today. So my waiting time was only a couple of days (but it happens every three months not once a year). Continue reading “It’s that nervous time of year again”

How many paths must a man walk down?

Walking in the woods this morning made me ask the reverse of the question “How many paths must a man walk down?”. (OK I know Dylan’s original was “How many roads must a man walk down?” but with the number of cars on the roads these days that strikes me as quite a dangerous pursuit.)

My question is “How many men (or women or children) must walk down a path?”. I often walk in some nearby woods on a Sunday morning along well-trodden paths without seeing anyone else. This morning I took a path that I hadn’t been down for some time and it was already being reclaimed by brambles although clearly (from the droppings) a deer had been down it not too long before me. Many of the paths are visible because they are bare and compacted soil although they do disappear in the autumn when they are briefly covered by leaves until they reappear after enough people have been down them or the wind has blown them away. Does it take one person a day walking down them to keep them clear or does it take ten or is the answer indeed blowing in the wind?

Spare a thought for the ‘spectators’

San Diego Dan has been investigating the Facebook Prostate Cancer support group. One comment he made was “one person spoke of how her husband was sleeping upwards of 20 hours per day.” which would make you an insomniac if you were a koala but is not so good for homo sapiens. But that set me to thinking about how having prostate cancer can affect those around you (or me) – the ‘spectators’. They have to put up with my irritability, lethargy, concerns and a host of other things with no thought of thanks. I am grateful for their support whether it is just a ‘like’ on this blog, the invitation round for tea, a visit or more. Continue reading “Spare a thought for the ‘spectators’”