The First and only “First Entry”

I always feel that a blog is like an empty house.  The first entry is always like stepping in to an empty room which has acres of space to fill with words.  So lets start.

I have been mentally preoccupied with three things.  Babies, trains and Theosophy.  I am a closet trainspotter (not anymore) but I feel this reflects my desire for order, function and output, rather then an unhealthy obsession with things with wheels.  I say to Laura, “well at least it’s not buses?!”  She found a rail magazine I bought, and compared it to porn.  It is a dirty secret that I used to be utterly ashamed of, but now, couldn’t care less. 

Well, lets give an update as to my cancerous situation.

For those that don’t know, then I have a form of lung cancer which is a direct result of having skin cancer two years ago.  Lastest scan showed that it had not moved since March, so I am crossing multiple digits that it doesn’t get ideas and thinks of going other places or growing.  I found out yesterday that one of my favourite lecturers has cancer (Lymphoma?) By the sounds of it, its a lot worse then what I have.  I can only imagine what must be going through her head, although same sort of things that are going through mine but Adrian said that hers had spread through her body (which sounds graver then mine).  I wish her every chance of recovery (although I don’t know a huge amount about her type of cancer), and hope that she has every moment of every day to do exactly what makes her happy.

Even in my slightly crap position, there is always someone worse off then me.

I am to go back up to the Royal Marsden for a three month scan on September 27th, and then we can see if it has moved or grown or miraculously dissappeared!  OK the final one is a bit too lucky but, you never know!  Although I could have treatment in Exeter, I feel better about having it in London as the care there is the best that I could get in my current state.

I saw one of the brand new Hanson Class 66’s this morning pulling a rake of Hansom reballasters.  It is sad, so feel free to mock me next time you see me.