current status

status at 23 oct 24:

I'm sitting at the PC. Middle of the night. Enjoying myself, wrapping up minor actions, some essential, others just enjoyable.

A typical night, in fact. I like to "work" late.

Every so often I think, I could die within a week. And you know what? It barely worries me.

I don't accept it. But it's now... just a part of my life.

So... for those who wonder:

Less than two weeks ago I travelled by ambulance to ED at RPH.

Mark, the surgeon who removed my brain tumour seven years ago, he looked at CT and MRI scans and said that he should not operate. I agreed.

I now have cancer thoughout my brain stem. Giving me anywhere from within weeks to... maybe... with new treatment... I could live two years. (I've started the new treatment.)

Barely a shock for me, I've been expecting this "chaos theory" style of sudden explosive growth of the cancer. (GBM4 as first diagnosed (is there a GBM5?)

Now I am back home. Very comfortable and... I have to say it... very happy.

Happy? Well... no more doubt about what will happen. But still a lot of uncertainty as to... when.

Though I think I have finally lost my life-long attitude of, no rush, I can always leave off doing whatever, I can always do it later.

Replaced by the certainty that either "it" will never get done... or it won't be *my* problem.

Hmmm... except that a few procrastinated actions are keeping me busy, they are worth doing even in the short-term.

With the bonus that, If I fail so miserably that it's embarrassing: I won't care for long... and that's something to glad about :-)

Dr Nick Lethbridge / Consulting Dexitroboper

half blind, half deaf, dying of cancer,

So what.

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