Rachel and I discuss the problem with the ending to my memoir. She says: Well you can’t just say: “Operation a disaster, docs say I will die tomorrow” because that is contrived. We laugh about it and agree that really there is no conclusive ending, no ‘outcome’. So somewhere I just have to stop writing. Life goes on. I'd have to be clear of cancer for 5 years before they can say I am 'cured'.
Another week on from the treatment and today we brave the supermarket again. This trip is more successful as the neuropathy is far less extreme, though it is quite cold outside. (Nothing compared with Ottawa , but pretty cold for the UK) . Ottawa could save a fortune in meteorological reporting if they adopted Rachel’s delightfully simple descriptions of Canadian winter temperatures. She has honed it to two possibilities: “Minus a bit or minus a lot”. It is plus 6 degrees here. I shouldn’t complain.
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