Having rung The Bell to signal the end of chemo almost exactly 3 months ago, the picture above is my current view, right now, as I type. I’m

Bonjour. A little update, as things have progressed very quickly this week. It would appear that I shall be having the liver tumour (along with about 30% of my liver) removed on Monday. As in, the day after tomorrow. Yikes. The sentence was handed down earlier this week when Bekky and I went to see the liver surgeon in London. The MRI and CT scans I had undergone the previous week showed a very modest reduction in the size of the liver tumour, no current sign of cancer in the

My last proper blog update was in early November, a week or so before bowel surgery, but that’s not to say there hasn’t been plenty going on since. That said, the plenty in question has, as you can imagine, been almost entirely cancer-oriented. Recovery, hospitals, scans, chemo, meetings, community nurse visits, pills and potions, minor surgery and many, many, many hours spent sitting in assorted hospital waiting rooms. However, in between waiting rooms, Bekky, myself and the

I posted this on my private Facebook blog just over two weeks after bowel surgery. I was in quite a lot of pain, especially in the first week at home, but Bekky had just got on with it - she cared for me immaculately, never complaining, always on call, always on duty, offering me pillows, painkillers or just a hug whenever it was needed. And all the while she was having to juggle her own life as a self-employed teacher/artist - if she didn't work she didn't get paid so she