A call for help from a friend...

...specifically paulpogue, on behalf of a child of a friend of his who's dealing with Some Very Bad Cancer Stuff right now. Details here.

I learned as a child not to trust in my body

Apologies to musician Bruce Cockburn for ripping off that line from "Last Night of the World".

That song-line's been the theme of the past week, between the sinus issues, the coughing jags, the Saturday night fever(and not the good kind)?

Well, things have been getting better, although I could do without the side effects of the meds, including the heightened jitters from the cortico-steroids prescribed by the doctor. You'd think the manufacturers could figure out a better way of getting this job done by now, right?

And then in the last day or two, I'm justly reminded by assorted friendlisters hereabouts that things can be a lot worse. The rebuke was not intended to be such by any means, but it worked anyway. This self-centred, half-blind sometimes-idiot needed the rebuke.

Thank you.