Let me be honest: I do have some issues with the Greeks… I mean: they are responsible for Demis Rousos and Nana Mouskouri! One of them would have been bad enough… But then the Germans gave us James Last. And the British Engelbert Humperdinck. Still, nobody argues that this is sufficient reason to throw the Germans or the British out?
And, you see, that is exactly what I think is wrong with the ongoing discussion about a Grexit. Throwing the Greeks out should not have been an option we discuss seriously. Because it is not a reasonable response to the current situation. For me, that is like discussing firing nuclear missiles to Moscow because we don’t like Putin’s policies. I don’t like Putin’s policies. But sending nuclear missiles is not a reasonable response.
We need to work out the current issues. In a dialogue. Discussing reasonable responses to the situation. Not by trying to blackmail one another into submission.
For crying out loud, even the word “Europe” has Greek roots!
Today, I drove my youngest to her scout camping site. She will spend the next 12 days without a mobile, without money, without many of the other things we sometimes feel we need… Oh, and without me – which left me a bit sad on the way back.
Walking back to the car (the camp site is rather remote), I did see a wild deer – which made me feel better. Temperatures today were above 30 degrees Celsius, which is uncommon for Belgium. During the 3 hours drive home (in my comfortable air-conditioned car), I turned the volume up Real Loud when they played this song on the radio:
I’m not much of a dancer, but I enjoyed singing along in the car. And now, the moon really is “big and bright”. Maybe I can try dancing on our sun terrace and hope nobody will see me…
Today was a good day.
At the hospital today, I expected to get my fourth dose of experimental treatment, after a first cycle of three and a week without treatment. Rather unexpectedly, it turned out that my number of Blood Platelets was too low. That means an extra week without treatment.
Not what I wanted. Was also rather unexpected as I’ve never had problems like this during my treatment over the last 15 months or so. And I’m quite aware that it gives the Bad Stupid Cancer Cells an extra week without much of a challenge. Ah well… I guess you can’t always get what you want…
But if you try sometime you find
You get what you need
Let’s hope things will play out that way…
And here’s the Soulwax remix (which I kind of like too):
The idea behind my treatment is of course that I will live longer…
After my experience this morning, I’m beginning to wonder whether I’m not going to spend most of the time I gain waiting at the hospital.
The initial blood taking and conversation with the specialist proceed swiftly after checking in. But then the wait seems to take forever. Ok, it’s only 4 hours now, and I do understand that processing and checking my blood and preparing the medicine take time. Still.
The situation frankly made me feel a bit neglected. That is: until I realised that even Lou Reed Himself had to wait for his drugs…
First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait
I guess that, if Lou could wait then so can I. I ‘m good…
Most of us (I think) feel more comfortable when things are clear and certain. In science, of course we know that very few things are really certain: we use statistics to reason with uncertainty and visualisations to try and understand uncertainty (box plots!). Certainly in science, reducing uncertainty is a Good Thing.
So, it is somewhat ironic that, in an interview I did recently about my Round 1 experience, I said
Als ik herval, zal ik weten dat ik niet genezen ben. Dat is het enige moment waarop ik zeker zal zijn.
If I relapse, I will know for certain that I am not cured. That is the only moment that I will be certain.
Stephen Fry meets interesting people (Damien Hirst, Oasis, Prince Charles, …), goes to interesting places (I wouldn’t mind spending a few weeks at the London Savoy) and leads a generally interesting life. The problem is that it’s just not as interesting as he seems to think it is himself.
That’s more or less what I was going to write, because I thought it sounded funny. Until I realised that it isn’t actually true. (And maybe not that funny.) From this autobiography, he doesn’t come across as a person who takes himself very seriously. He actually seems rather amicable. Wouldn’t mind to have him among my friends. And he certainly does know how to write.
So, why did I not really like this book? I think it’s because it has too many anecdotes, too little introspection and analysis… It’s a bit like a talk show can be at its best: interesting, funny, a great way to spend some time, good company all around… But, at the end, it doesn’t go very deep. It doesn’t really touch me.
Maybe I’m just a bit too serious myself.
There’s little I can think of that beats fresh eggs and bacon with the family on a sunny early Summer morning… I’ve had worse Thursday mornings.
My first treatment last Tuesday went very well: no side effects whatsoever. The advantage of ‘smart medicines’, I guess ;-) Bit tired, but I think that’s more a Mind Thing than a Body Thing.
In the mean time, people keep sending me Good Stuff to lift my spirits. Like this one (thanks, Martin!):