Up again

Round 3 is well over now and I'm enjoying the window period immensely. Apparantely as a result of the cortisone, I have a more than healthy appetite and look as fat as a tick and robust as ever. No sign of skinny paleness or anything unnerving. I do feel a bit of a fraud and the funniest comment yet was, "Do you feel as if you're inthe wrong opera?" and then, 'Could you at least open the door in your dressing gown?' The generous Nussbaums Kosher Butchery, who delivered the elixir of chicken soup as a gift, would have been suprised to see me bounding out in my takkies.

We all enjoyed a happy visit from the Cox' from Durban and look forward to the arrival of Nicola (snr) and Anna Bashall from the UK next week.

Tim has had a dreadful two weeks. The pressure on him from all fronts is bordering unbearable.
The children are doing well but the odd flash point indicates a strong underlying tension.

Sue Cooke's daughter in law, Vessie, just happens to be a very clever post doctoral member of the Harvard Medical School. She works with the doctors who are developing a new drug for Melanoma cancer called Ipiluminab. It is the only fledgling break through in 40 years. She has generously taken on my case and I am hoping to initiate the process of getting authorisation to use this drug so that, should I need it, we won't have to waste time, which is plainly of the essence. Trials have shown up to one year of extension of life. As long as it's good qulaity of life, I'm in the market for whatever is going and have promised to do my best.