The 200th

This is the 200th post, so it’s me, Steve, dropping in to say hello.

I’m still here, not that I thought I wouldn’t be, still feeling absolutely fine, which will be a surprise for the surgeon who gave me the diagnosis, but less of one for my oncologist, a much more positive sort of guy. Who knows why? Perhaps the chemo, perhaps my crazy immune system, but for now, I still feel as good as ever, notwithstanding the slightly numb fingers and slightly more numb toes.

As you will be aware, I’m terrible at keeping in touch, but it was good to see so many friends at the significant birthday party this summer. It was also good to meet so many people: sufferers, carers, charity workers and health professionals at the Mesothelioma Day. I might not contact you as much as I should, but I think of you all a lot. Thanks for being there, and love to you all.

Finally, today would have been Dad’s 86th birthday. He died from mesothelioma in 1992: I hope you will all raise a glass of your favourite tipple in his memory.

Bye, and see you for the 300th post!