A Dark Anniversary

This week sees the eighth anniversary of a life changing event that shook my family to it's core. A time my brood and I were ushered, or more accurately dragged kicking and screaming, onto an unwanted emotional rollercoaster sojourn. A ride with no height restrictions, or indeed any other discriminatory parameters, allowing for non-participation. My … Continue reading A Dark Anniversary

Goldfish Resurrection

After a pleasant restaurant lunch to celebrate Mrs Strachan senior's birthday, late afternoon saw Mrs S junior (Karen) and me pay a visit to St James' Hospital for my spouses scheduled consultation with an oncologist. We talked Mrs Strachan senior (Maggie) out of joining us, the spouse and yours truly deeming an oncology unit waiting … Continue reading Goldfish Resurrection

Another Milestone

Today's the eighth birthday my diminutive wife has celebrated since her November 2010 prognosis, at the age of 44, indicating her condition would make it unlikely she'd celebrate many more 11th Junes.... Obviously, I'm paraphrasing as medical professionals would never use language as insensitive to a patient - The message though was the same. As … Continue reading Another Milestone

Karma’s Perversity

Monday 14th May - There's an old adage that 'No good deed goes unpunished'. Yesterday afternoon it was a folklore teaching I was rudely reminded of by my 'good' buddy karma, in cahoots with his rancid sidekick cancer. Following undertaking five hours voluntary work for MacMillan Cancer Support, I returned home to witness the 'reward' … Continue reading Karma’s Perversity

Dissing The Disease

Tomorrow morning I'll be partaking in a voluntary collection for Marie Curie cancer care. My presence a small contribution towards the raising of funds during the organisation's March Daffodil Appeal campaign. I experience a great deal of satisfaction being a foot soldier in the battalions fundraising the fight on numerous fronts against cancer. An odious, … Continue reading Dissing The Disease

Book With The Orange Cover

I'm penning today's narrative in a waiting area of a Leeds hospital's Bexley Wing. A consequence of accompanying my wife Karen during her four weekly receipt of oncological treatment. As I aimlessly type seeking inspiration for a 500+ worded monologue, Karen is sitting patiently poring through her current read. Due to the angle she's holding … Continue reading Book With The Orange Cover

Smoking Like A Fish

I wrote recently of my scepticism surrounding old wives tales. A mini diatribe not backed on any scientific fact, moreover sneering conclusions born from my ingrained middle-age cynicism. During that narrative, I carelessly omitted to touch on the comedic value of these superstitious folk tales, especially when misquoted. I'm alluding to mixed metaphors and idioms, which are inherently funny when delivered incorrectly. I have … Continue reading Smoking Like A Fish