Rainy Friday

While i was lying on the bed yesterday Pavel clambered onto me and plonked a big kiss on my face. "Daddy is at his weakest today." A sensitive boy well up on his dad's onco-immunology, one might think. Of course earlier he had come up to me, and with his best woody-woodpecker laugh, had tried to rough up my head to see the hair fall.

On a less proud note, one reason I started this blog is so that this lonely journey is not so lonely. Some friends have confided their own health issues since then and they have endured journeys I didnt know about. I feel very negligent that i was not sufficiently in touch to know.