My team at PMH declared me officially a five year survivor today. In cancer talk, that's the major milestone to make, since statistically most recurrences diminish tremendously after that. We still watch and wait, but heck, another reason to celebrate! I went down to the catacombs to thank the people operating "my" radiation machine. The personnel have changed, but I know they like to see people who have made it.
I'm off to the big city tomorrow to do a number of important things. First up is a routine visit to the wizard at Princess Margaret Hospital who blessed me with a cure almost five years ago. When checkup time comes around I always have to ask myself if I have earned it by smelling enough roses. No roses ready yet this year but the lilacs are sublime. On the next day I'll visit a dear lady who unfortunately has not had the blessing I have. We'll spend a pleasant hour or two chatting about this and that, and with any luck have a few giggles. With visits to sister, son and daughter, plus a few friends, I'll be busy until Saturday, when I am speaking at the Editors' Association of Canada national conference. Then it's back home to smell the peonies.
I've been a subscriber to The Globe and Mail on paper for way too many decades to admit, even continuing paper delivery after we moved up to Owen Sound. Today I finally gave up on the spotty delivery (sometimes late, sometimes never) and switched to the e-reader version. Maybe one day I'll let go entirely, but for now, I can easily browse and navigate in an excellent interface, and even download the paper as a pdf. And yes, I can take the laptop out to the patio and read it there if I want, so no sacrifice has been made.
