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17 Saturday Jan 2009
17 Saturday Jan 2009

15 Thursday Jan 2009
Posted in cancer, friends, health & happiness, life stuff

“Remember, no man is a failure who has friends”
(It’s A Wonderful Life)
They say that you can tell who your real friends are in times of crisis, and there is nothing quite as crisis-making as having a possibly terminal illness. I’ve heard stories from friends in similar situations who have been terribly hurt and let down by people who turned their backs in times of serious need. I was lucky that this only happened to me once [ * ] during this whole cancer ordeal, right at the beginning of it, and that since then I have felt nothing but love and support from the people I am fortunate to call my friends…
[ * ] well, my immediate family also dumped me (Joe & Olivia excepted) but as Nog says, that’s what families are for. 😉
14 Wednesday Jan 2009
Posted in cancer, friends, health & happiness, hospitals, life stuff

Actually, the correct term to use is NED (No Evidence of Disease) – cancer survivors tend to steer away from that other C-word. But imagine my surprise, after spending almost two hours with Ricardo yesterday morning, with him very patiently explaining everything about my case, to find out that I’ve been NED since the biopsy reports came back last October, which was then reconfirmed by the third operation. This is the short version of el caso az …
It ain’t perfect, especially that last bit,
but at least for now I feel like I have my life back …
13 Tuesday Jan 2009
Posted in cancer, friends, health & happiness, hospitals, life stuff, rants

I have no idea what to think or how to feel.
Went to see the oncologist with Pablo yesterday and really had no idea what to expect. Though I assumed (because I’d been told this by the surgeons after the last op) that I would be put on “clean up” chemo again, probably for 5-6 months. Wrong!
11 Sunday Jan 2009
Posted in films, food & drink, friends, photos, restaurants, sevilla, tapas

The other day I saw that there was a chick flick on at the cinema – in English! – and asked Pipocas if she wanted to see it. So we made plans to go on Saturday (last night). Then it occurred to me that not only was I going out to the cinema (something I don’t think I’ve done since before my first operation last May) but I was also going out on a Saturday night and that it was going to be a girls’ night out…