I think that the point in promoting the acronym, is to emphasize well rounded education.
My daughter and I both came through high school very good at both English and Biology. After uni, I discovered there was such a thing as anthropology, and I probably would have loved it. My daughter has at least been told she could try Science Communication. She doesn't want to, but at least she knows.
And he said he’d read the Guardian piece and it made him think differently about how he spoke to women in my position.
This is the best. You made a difference to someone, and that person is passing on that difference to other people, and lo, the world is a slightly better place.
I have been trying to work out how to get (middle-aged, male) consultants to speak to me, the patient, rather than talk past me to my (male) support person. It's not easy. It should be.
I always felt like my partner’s face was so beautiful every time she took off that mask.
Ha, they swear to me I don't look like that afterwards! liars.
Also that video made my eyes leak. Thank you.
I've never wanted adblock on my tv so much. They've managed an odd balance of making the graphics incredibly intrusive, and also very difficult to read. After ten minutes of trying to read that big fat font they've got the score in, on a red and blue background, I had to give up before it triggered a migraine.
What I had been worried about previously was the way the Aussie commentators, all through the tri series, spent half their time flogging stuff that wasn't even vaguely related to cricket. That seems rather charming now.
Thanks, guys. Yous are all fabulous. I was looking at writing on this (and for a video a guy had made with a gopro attached to his treatment machine) and nothing felt right. There was this weird sense of compulsory optimism. It was kind of like parenting: you either talk about how wonderful it is, or you STFU.
and even the cricket has lead to thoughts like “Oh! I hope Emma enjoyed that!”
My sentiments are apparently being passed on to the team. My first thought was "Oh gods, now I could actually jinx them."
It's okay, Paul, your testicles are right here.
May he wither and die, and his corpse fertilize the brilliant brain it is now plaguing.
Thanks, Ben. Weirdly, while Adric will die (best case, etc) he’ll then just sit there, being all inert and lumpy, and I’ll drag his corpse around for the rest of my life. Seems weird.
Chapter Two went up today, and there’s now an RSS feed available.
In my experience, a full latex onesie is advisable.
This is never, ever true.
If a person wanted to knit you a hat, what size should they knit it, and what’s your favourite colour?
About the size of my head, I guess. It’s this big. Y’know, about head-sized. I like jewel colours: burgundy, royal blue, forest green, deep purple, etc. I do have issues with dermatitis with ‘hairy’ fibres like mohair. If someone were to do that.
I have just done an interview with a lovely reporter from The Press, which should be in on Tuesday. Best get Chapter Two sorted then. Spent quite a lot of time talking about how fucking lovely you guys are.
Enjoying it too much during treatment will confuse them.
My tattooist has kind of got used to it. I'm sure they will too.
Everyone here is working for you, to help you.
All my experiences with staff at Christchurch Hospital have been just so wonderful. I fully expect that to continue. I just have this small problem that every time my oncologist comes into a room I have to fight the urge to say, "Welcome to Rivendell, Doctor Anderson."
And I want to take a minute to just thank everyone for their kind words and support and lovely money. All of it makes a very tangible difference.