Return to the Sunlit City : part two
"We've found cancerous cells." That's not the kind of information anyone wants to hear, but the brain of a focused Asperger can at least cope with it. That was last October and it's fair to say I had no more than "a brush with cancer." A grade 3b melanoma which only required one small op and a year long course of pills, not immunotherapy. Aspergers are also good at dealing with terrible facts and, oddly enough, because I'd just gone back to my literary roots in Monterey and seen the Book of Deer in Cambridge I was a little more phlegmatic than most about the possibility of death. The finales of both those experiences really had felt like the closing credits of two TV movies so while I didn't actually want to die, I was a little more at ease with my fate than others might have been. Both of my books ( Dear Miss Landau and The Legend of John Macnab ) were autobiographical or at least quasi-biographical. Macnab 's hero, John Sandiman, was f...