Last Walk, Still On the Line...

Dear Juliet

And that's about it! Last appointment at New Cross Hospital, a couple of trips to other hospitals for final check-ups (skin, ultrasound), and one final telephone assessment in late July at which time I should be finishing my last load of pills.

I gave my clinical nurse practitioner Rajni a copy of Dear Miss Landau, she's OK'd me to add her picture to this post and I had a last check-in with the ducks on the canal, all of whom asked kindly after you.

I'd better tell Sleepless in Seattle about this, too...

However, it was good to know you were listening on the wire while I was doing the walk. That made it easier and all you ever had to do was be yourself.

I probably won't make any foreign travel plans until I've taken my last pill, but - here's a thought - it's nice I can consider heading back up to that sunlit city on the hill.

Not quite sure which hill, admittedly, but I'll think of something.

Any ideas?

Well, I'm at work tonight but one client just cancelled so it'll most likely be a long hot evening with not too much to do.

But always remember, while I might be sitting in my car underneath a streetlamp twiddling my thumbs I'll still be on the line, thinking of you. Not the unattainable Hollywood goddess, just you.

Love,

James