Sure it's all fine. Sure.

So. My metas. The wonderful French healthcare system. Wonderful modern medicine in general. The main point being, I am still alive and I am basically in good health. Which is pretty amazing, no?

Well, it's been another grueling time. Apart from my own health issues, I had spent most of the last three years caring for my parents - spending about half my time living at their house. My mother was already bed-ridden with issues with a dislodged hip replacement - long story - and was diagnosed with inoperable bowel cancer. We had got her up and about again, and able to enjoy going into the garden - when she fell over and damaged her other replacement hip. Re-bed-ridden, and inoperable because by this time the cancer had cut in and was making her too weak to risk it. Meanwhile, my father was developing a form of dementia - logic unimpaired but memory disappearing.

My mother finally died in April and we had to place my father into care. Meanwhile, I was not able to be with my mother at the end because I was undergoing very tough chemotherapy, following a protocol named 'Extreme', because it is. By June I was very ill, but my new metastatic tumour had almost gone. I am now continuing the 'Extreme' protocol through a weekly treatment of Erbitux starting in August, which is a cancer cell growth inhibitor. Half a day a week out of my life, but it gives me life, right? Right.

OK I'm not in my most up period right now. I'll come back up.