Passed cystoscopy number 10 yesterday. Maybe it was because I’m on a week’s holidays, but I was pretty blasé about this one. No drawing even! On the bus to the hospital there were a group of Down Syndrome teens on an outing. It was a sunny day and they were having an infectiously fun time. […]
This was going to start off like so many recent posts – been tired, took a long time to work on this, bla bla. But it was worse, a new insomnia and a new level of stress. Waking up at 5am and not being able to get back to sleep. Waking up at 4am, waking […]
This is a story of two halves. Bad part first. The idea for this came into my head a couple of years back when I got the letter about my first check up scan. I still feel like a bit of a faker telling people I had cancer, because I never felt sick, but chemo […]
Most of my work is about myself. I’ve been using some of these symbols for so long they’ve been progressively boiled down to a few details, whilst becoming increasingly complex in meaning. For the two or three people who’ve come along for the ride, they might make (some!) sense, but for everyone else they can […]
This was going to be about death. A few weeks back, I was listening to a Pink Floyd album, one of the seminal bands of my late teens and early twenties. I looked at the date of the album, and realised that they’d essentially broken up 25 odd years ago, and two of them were […]
Today we were taking my eldest daughter out for a treat, her very first movie at the cinema, Cinderella. Not far from it, I pointed out a landmark from my childhood, a kindergarten with crazy sculptures of a copyright infringing Yogi Bear and Huckleberry Hound. I told her we used to look out for it […]
Just in case anyone thought the blog was getting soft. In honour of tomorrow’s colonoscopy, a flashback from nearly four years ago, and my first one. To paraphrase the old Bali tshirt – my brother went to Mexico and all he brought me back was this lousy gastro-intestinal parasite. Blastocystis hominis has similar symptoms to […]
This is when the wheels really fell off… Halfway through my six weeks of chemotherapy, my wife’s grandfather died. Two days later I got sacked from my job. They gave me four weeks notice out of a feeling of guilt. No shit. We later laughed that if it was the plot of a movie or […]