Two Countries Divided By A Common Language

Just back from first visit to the UK post diagnosis. It was very interesting how my British family and friends approached the subject of my health. Most asked me how I'm feeling, said I looked good and that was it. With one exception, perhaps: I'm sure my friend Caroline would have liked to hear more were it not for her needle phobia.

My American friends and family, in contrast, like to get deep into the detail of the whole process.

I'm sure both groups are equally curious, its just that the British are too polite.

I don't mind either way.

Separately, I think I've managed to pack back on every single pound lost since treatment began, due to the endless celebrating both in the States and across Europe.

But who cares? Life, as we know, is too short.