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anarchist_nomad) wrote2016-03-26 11:04 am
anarchist_nomad) wrote2016-03-26 11:04 am
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Ten
Need I say more?
Of course, I am celebrating by leaving; I write this entry from Manchester Airport, en route to Japan.[*]
My, what a decade it has been! Ups and downs, to be sure... but mostly ups. In fact, I have described the year just ended[**] as my best so far!
Looking forward to the next decade, my beloved![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cheshcat and I are currently house hunting and putting down roots in Sheffield, whilst I am planning for my next triathlon and my first marathon, plus have grand schemes for both my research and teaching.
Here's to the next ten years!
[*] The pre-celebration happened Wednesday evening, when I repeated the same journey from O'Hare to Heathrow -- these days en route to Sheffield, not Oxford -- but still. Speaking of which, it was lovely seeing many of you at the birthday party on Monday!
[**] By which I mean February 2nd 2015 through February 1st 2016. Not exactly the conventional calendar year, but since when did I hew to convention? These dates bookend a year, but are not arbitrary. It starts with the job advertisement for my faculty post and ends with the news that the chemo was successful and my father's cancer is in remission. Much more in-between, but that is more fitting for a separate post than a footnote.
Of course, I am celebrating by leaving; I write this entry from Manchester Airport, en route to Japan.[*]
My, what a decade it has been! Ups and downs, to be sure... but mostly ups. In fact, I have described the year just ended[**] as my best so far!
Looking forward to the next decade, my beloved
cheshcat and I are currently house hunting and putting down roots in Sheffield, whilst I am planning for my next triathlon and my first marathon, plus have grand schemes for both my research and teaching.Here's to the next ten years!
[*] The pre-celebration happened Wednesday evening, when I repeated the same journey from O'Hare to Heathrow -- these days en route to Sheffield, not Oxford -- but still. Speaking of which, it was lovely seeing many of you at the birthday party on Monday!
[**] By which I mean February 2nd 2015 through February 1st 2016. Not exactly the conventional calendar year, but since when did I hew to convention? These dates bookend a year, but are not arbitrary. It starts with the job advertisement for my faculty post and ends with the news that the chemo was successful and my father's cancer is in remission. Much more in-between, but that is more fitting for a separate post than a footnote.
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I've been out of LJ-touch for a couple of months, particularly when I was busy with teaching. Most of that news will be lost to me, but I just caught up on your page. I'm glad to hear that your father is still holding on. How are they treating him? You mentioned acupuncture. What about chemo?
No need to talk about it if it's too painful. Believe me, I understand. Just being a sympathetic ear to listen, if it will help.
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Unfortunately there was no chance of chemo or anything like that. The cancer was discovered too late and the doctor told us nothing could be done. One of the worst days of my life was spent sitting in a doctor's office, two days before Christmas, being told that my father was going to die soon and there was absolutely no hope at all.
Dad didn't give up quite so easily and made appointments with other doctors and looked into alternative medicines and cannabis oil, which might be why he made it a bit longer than predicted, but it wasn't enough in the end.
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In light of this awful news, I will switch the question from 'How is he doing?' to 'How are you doing?' The offer to talk remains as open as ever, if you think it will help.
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Sorry, that sounds dumb. Not because I don't care (I do) or because I can't sympathise (I can picture it all too well given what I just went through)... but just because I don't have the words.
So, yes, angry at the universe makes a lot of sense. I've been there. Not in this case, since we got lucky with my father's cancer, but with other stuff that I'd prefer not to talk about in LiveJournal (but would share in a less public setting).