Hello friends,hope you’re having a good start to this autumnal weekend.
I’m feeling OK, more level headed than yesterday, despite noticing for the first time on the chemo infusor attached to me that is pumping 1.5 ml/hour of stuff into me has on it in big red letters “CAUTION CYTOTOXIC DRUGS”. It goes in through something called a PICC line, this is a tube that goes into a vein just above my right elbow, then follows the vein to just above my heart, still feels weird mentally that I have this thing in me.
Apparently my blog is a ‘long read’ and I occasionally read others, one last night was about the sisterhood of those with or have had breast cancer, it was very moving.
One I’ve just briefly read moved me in different ways. It’s titled “audit your brand”. I’m happy with the word “your” but the other 2, well they can fuck right off. As our world gets ever more “corporatised” our language gets ever more corrupted, I do not want to bleedin’ well “audit” my writing in the terms they outline, it’s my blog, my story, my narrative. They are my words, I do my own “auditing” through that old fashioned process known as editing, it happens in my head before and as I write and through further editing before I press publish.
And as for “brand”, hasn’t anyone already picked up the 3 adidas stripes that run through every piece? I am not a fucking brand, that’s what they burn on cattle with a white hot branding iron. I am just my writing.
Well silly old Hector, waiting for some response to your initial comment yesterday from any women who might care to. By the way, why silly old Hector?
Narky Marky thanks for thoughts on Facebollocks, and I am minded to refrain from joining. I feel happy so far with our little gang and Kate’s just spotted another senile plaque on me. How many has Nick got Jules?
How will the Bristol City do at Barnsley today?
Bit weird yesterday, after having a good chat with the Rev and various body parts falling off I walked into town. My condition and the drugs in me cause a change in perspective, I feel different within a place I know well. Sat having a coffee and there were 3 people sat near me I know quite well and none of them recognised me. Became a little weirder as I overheard one of them saying how unsettled he felt with some of his friends suffering from cancer.
Kate just said she thinks she’ll keep her wind up willies.
Keep on keeping on, love Duncan @ Duncancer © aaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!