thegillspatch

Check that out for a deep, metaphorical and intriguing introduction *ahem*. Anyway, it does actually link into this post somewhat. Of course, Albert Einstein summed up what I meant much better: "When a man sits with a pretty girl for an hour, it seems like a minute. But let him sit on a hot stove for a minute and it's longer than any hour." Einstein would have to do it better, what with his relativity and his moustache and his hair. Bloody Germans.

But I digress. You may be wondering what on earth I'm rambling on about this time. Well, a few months ago a friend of mine said how the past year had "flown by". I, still very much in the chemo regime, thought "speak for yourself". Now, however, it is my turn to look back over the past however-many-months and say, as Neo did as only Keanu Reeves can, "Woah". For (and here comes the crux of this post) chemo is finished. There were times, looking back, that I thought that this point would never come, but it has. It seems that I have (if you'll excuse the cliché) reached the light at the end of what was an extremely long and twisting tunnel (I swear it corkscrewed a few times too). And, luckily, the light at the end was not a train, as it sometimes is (pancreatitis anyone?).

The word "relief" doesn't quite cut it, really. It's like, as I found out at lunchtime today, trying to cut bread with a butter knife. It just doesn't cut it. I'm no longer a "cancer patient". I'm no longer one of those poor souls who have to go in to have that toxic chemo crap pumped into them. Of course, give it a couple of weeks and I'll be bitching about physio, but for now, STONE FREE! (Hendrix, for the unfortunately uninitiated).

My aforementioned newspaper article was finally published, as no doubt you all will know, from the different destinations I've seen it being posted to. Shaun, if you're reading this, thanks, it was a great article, but did the pictures have to be quite that big? :P. Part of the reason I enjoy photography is that I'm rarely featured in any photo, and there were three whopping great ones on the double page spread. Thanks, Mr. Photographer. I was also described as a "powerhouse drummer", though I think I'll take that as a compliment.

Other than that, I'm just relishing the time available now that I can spend playing Mario Kart and not doing schoolwork. But, as time marches on (the clichés really are coming in thick and fast today), I guess I'll have to make use of the...generous assortment of textbooks provided by the College. Out of the frying pan and into the textbooks? Hmm, I'm not convinced that that will stick (especially if the frying pan's teflon coated...sorry, that was poor), but I guess time will tell.

I think this post has been an exercise in cramming as many stupid idioms into a piece of writing as possible. But oh well, I don't care. I don't have cancer.