Disappointment, in relation to cancer, is something I've grown used to and can cope with, but it doesn't get any less disappointing. Today I was hoping to get a new Hickman line and resume the chemo but because the bacteria from my line is especially nasty I need a week of recovery before starting again. So here I am. Doing nothing. The weather from about 6am woke me up and reminded me of my favourite Milton Jones joke - 2000 years ago, the very first weather forecast was delivered, "Hail, Caesar!".
Two things enlivened my day no end though. First I should explain that I love Alan Partridge. Have done since I can remember listening to the first Knowing me, Knowing you radio programmes. So when a parcel from the wonderful children and staff at the school where I work arrived today, you can imagine my delight at a stack of photographs of people holding signs with Partridge quotes and phrases in various locations around the building that had been sent to stick on the walls of my room. Cartoons of teachers in the new radio studio broadcasting in sports jackets, daft messages and the wonderful irony of children holding quotes from a comedy character that they do not know and may never appreciate. That's beyond comedy. It's meta comedy. It's also a sure fire sign that many, many people are good and have the power to recharge your flattened batteries. I laughed til I cried and then just cried. I'm a lucky man in so many ways and I can't wait to go back and say hello. St Mary's Catholic Primary School in Halifax, thank you.
Later this evening a pal sent me a link to a web page about an ice hockey player from Montreal. He's a hall of fame player and even though I'm no ice hockey fan I know that's pretty good. He won the most valuable player trophy three times and was by all accounts a really excellent chap. He achieved all of this whilst suffering from spinal disk herniation, atrial fibrillation and chronic tendinitis. I've no idea what these things are but they sound bad and on top of all of this he also recovered twice from Hodkin Lymphoma and returned to play again. What a legend. It made me realise, I need to man up. He's called Mario Lemieux www.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mario_Lemieux - you should look him up and if you know anyone who's going through the mill, take five minutes or five hours to send them something that delivers a little taste of normal. It can make their day.