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He is 85 years old and counting.

He is also very much aware that this blog is of no significance whatsoever -

at the time of writing!

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Monday 1st April 2024.

So much to say and little time to say it.  Such was the situation last Thursday and probably today as well.  You probably don't want to know this but I'm 10 sessions into a 20 session radio therapy course to burn out nasties in my throat but such are the side effects like, can't swallow, can't taste, lock jaw, burning tongue to name but a few, what's the point?

Tuesday 2nd April 2024.

Yesterday I decided to end it all (the treatment that is) but an Angel appeared, she said 'you can do it if you B and Q it' so I dusted off the Duster and drove down the A3 to Guildford Hospital (it was a Bank Holiday but not a Hospital Holiday) changed into my dressing gown and expected a wait of an hour but another Angel appeared, took pity and clamped me on the table before you could say Jack Robinson.   For breakfast it is a choice of artificial saliva, mouthwash, painkillers or a Strepsil sprinkled with finely chopped razor blades of course.

Wednesday 3rd April 2024.

The writer of this blog is told that he is reaching the peak of his discomfort so all downhill from here - or is it uphill?  Any which way he is very much aware of all his Angels sending messages, spiritual and otherwise, for which he is very grateful.  You know who you are.

Thursday 4th April 2024.

I notice that most of my Angels are viewing this amazing blog on their phones when it is designed to be viewed on a laptop or tablet (I am knee deep in tablets!).  So, from now on I'll try to make it sensible to view on a phone but don't expect it to happen over night.

This is Professor Finley, he was one last week and will be growing up  in a world powered by Horizontal Gravity.

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Friday 5th April 2024.

 

Rubbing shoulders every day with many who are in a far worse state and far younger than you is very sad but I put it to you that losing your sense of taste is the worst.  The idea of any food or liquid, is, at the moment revolting and especially hard to take when you have a reputation of being a touch greedy (but only a touch!).  The idea of a pie and a pint and a friendly word at The Skimmington Castle is sadly history + but I have memories and I can always dream.

In the meantime I've drawn another birthday card, this time it's a Pied Kingfisher courtesy of a sketch by Susan Stolberger in The Ruaha National Park, Tanzania.

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Saturday 6th April 2024.

I can't promise a blog a day like 'Spitalfields Life' so if you have a story you would like to get published on this blog then send it along and I can guarantee that nobody will read it.  Just had one in from an old codger who for years had a premonition about the day he was going to die, it was April 7th but he didn't know which year.

Monday 8th April 2024.

Ignoring advice he did attempt to tend his great grandparents graves but collapsed from exhaustion on Annie's grave.  Fortunately a passing Labrador gave him the lick of life for another year.

Five, four, three, two, one, zero is the countdown for the number of radio therapy sessions this week, hopefully taste and appetite will begin to return next Saturday, I know my Angels will help, if not I'll blame the Labrador!

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Tuesday 9th April 2024.

Many in the past have told me I have healing hands, perhaps we all have.  For what it's worth this is mine and you may wish to apply it to whatever part of your body that is ailing, close your eyes and breath deeply.  Energy will flow in and out with each breath taking out the bad guys and absorbing the good guys.  You'll know which.

The ring has been on my finger since 1960 when I was 21, it was given to me by my grandmother Elizabeth Hill from Ockham, she was married to my grandfather John (Jack) who was 6 when his mother Annie Byrne from Dublin died.

Since my Parotidectomy in January which left me with a left eye that didn't blink (amongst other things) I have been applying the above to my left eye.

 

Yesterday Mr McLean my consultant Ophthalmologist at Guildford (I had to wait an hour and a half to see him!) declared that I wouldn't need surgery to correct the blink as previously thought so I'm blinking lucky.  Happy healing.

It's been a long time since anybody clicked HERE, but that's understandable, too blinking expensive.

Wednesday 10th April 2024.

Dear Angel(s),

Thanks for your vibes, # I'll be with you in Apple Blossom Time.

Mwah (sorry),

Bob

Between hospital visits I'm trying to make this website phone friendly so bear with me until around 2054!

Thursday 11th April 2024.  (7 am)

18 done 2 to go.  Yesterday was wait for radio therapy, wait for blood test, wait for dietician and physio and wait for high energy supplements (yeuk).  Result, more side effects (zero saliva, tongue velcro'd to roof of mouth), lost 3kgs, jaw restricted and mouth ulcers but apart from that OK.  You don't want to know this but I will want to remind myself when I get old.  Thank you again to my Angels, you know who you are and where you are.  Pyrford, Rye, Abinger, Deal, Hoxton, The Barbican, Cobham, Oxshott and Epsom.  My analytics are all knowing!

If you were around in 1957 you would have heard THIS on your radio, radio therapy especially for you.  Foxtrot anyone?

Also spent hours on tidying up pages for phone friendly viewing especially The Oxshott Village Sign Story.

Friday 12th April 2024.

I am still finding it hard to believe that nobody, but nobody is interested in my revolutionary idea for generating energy from the tidal stream, to me it is as plain as day but perhaps my conviction is another side effect of radio therapy.  Last one later today, I'll be saying goodbye to my shell/mask, bolted on to a table, and left to the mercy of machines but hopefully my taste buds and appetite will begin to return and I can look forward to a picnic and bubbly in the sunshine with all my Angels.

Saturday 13th April 2024.

My finely featured shell looked lonely as it lay on the radio therapy table waiting to be wanted but sadly I walked away and left it to an unknown future, should I have kept it for Halloween?  I received a discharge note and a warning that all side and after effects will get worse before they get better, but Angels are telling me a different story.  I'm off to chat to Angel Annie.

Sunday 14th April 2024.

Not feeling good yesterday but managed to 'walk to work' but forgotten I don't work any more which is fortunate.

Monday 15th April 2024.

It seems that I now have a few more Angels, mainly thanks to Lucy, I might need you later today so hang on in there.

 

141 site visits yesterday from around the globe, there's usually 6 and 4 are me checking on how I'm doing!

Later the same day.  

(3rd person - mostly)  Regular readers of this blog (if there were any) would know that old Bob has ARMD, that's Age Related Macular Degeneration as well as all of the above.  If you are watching 'Virgin River' on Netflix, Doc has the same condition.  I saw it once but not over and over and over again like some people!  Treatment is a stab in the eye every 3 months. Today a stab was due at the same hospital.   My Angel driver called upon her Angel to provide us with a parking spot which was magically granted.  While we were there we popped into the radio therapy department to collect some more healing aids for the skin burns 'It'll get worse before it gets better' was the jolly response from the Angel David.

In and out and roundabout to the eye stabbing department Angel Chin from China checked old Bob's eyesight which had improved dramatically since the last stabbing so no eye stab required this time. Thank you Angels. 

PS The non blinking eye is the left eye, the ARMD is in the right blinking eye, it's received around 20 stabs so far.   The thought is worse than the experience so not to worry

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You are reading Page 44 of Bob's Blog/diary/dream/story/journey/novelistic memoir.

He is 85 years old and counting.

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