…and they’ll invent a better fool.
I’m living life because I’m alive (woohoo!) – despite the best efforts of cancer. At the end of October 2005, I was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukaemia, at the age of 23.
Since then, I’ve recovered (2008), ‘survived’ (2013), relapsed (2013), had a stem cell transplant (2014) and recovered again (ongoing).
And I’m still here, thanks to amazing medical staff, bacon sandwiches, wonderful friends and family, my fabulous wife Mariacristina, a handy preference for taking things as they come and my superstar donor Tim.
A lot of it’s here, but I’d love to tell you more – I’m a writer and a speaker and love to share my story, so get in touch if we can do some good together.
That and laughter are spoken in a every language there is. That is a perfect picture for today.
Cute – Ick – Else
I’ve been gloomy all morning (as you already know… sorry about that) but the big thumbs up has made me feel much more entusiastic about my lecture. The mean people have decided that they will accept my manifesto after all, so the sun is shining and the birds are singing and all my thumbs are up up up. Happy days X
1. It’s always nice when people I don’t know stumble across my blog and leave a comment, so thank you Josey.
2. Can anyone explain ‘Cute – Ick – Else’? Mr or Ms Anonymous, perhaps? My only idea so far is that it is a bad phonetic transcription of ‘cuticles’, which somehow links into the profound truth of the picture of the hand… Right?
3. How many thumbs does Jo have? Answers on a postcard.
George, ma questa mano è tua???;-)
Ok…ho detto la ca—ta delle 16.23.
love
Mc