Impact on health I came to Spain for several reasons: to avoid a cold, wet, windy winter in the UK, recover from cancer treatment and, last but not least, visit my friends Manolo and Ana. The bonus is that they live in Malaga. Perfect. The plan was to stay here until April this year, when... Continue Reading →
Impact on communication I was two years old when I was taken to the local doctor's surgery after my parents noticed that I seemed to ignore them sometimes when they were speaking to me, particularly when I was not looking at them. The hearing test was very simple. I was put in a highchair and... Continue Reading →
I'm on day 10 of 84. Just short of 12% of the way through. Nearly 1/8th of the way through. Which sounds better? 50% sounds good for when I reach day 42 – I'll celebrate by visiting the other end of the caravan. I'm coping quite well, I think. I've always been a bit of a... Continue Reading →
Last Monday I was advised by the NHS that I am a high-risk patient and I should self-isolate for 12 weeks. This was confirmed by my cancer team – no surprises there. Thankfully I have neighbours who are food shopping for me. Notice from the NHS about self-isolation. I was supposed to return to the... Continue Reading →
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