I was informed of the following verbal review of this blog from a dear friend. I thought it was worth  circulating.

“CRAP. Why can’t we just go round and see him.”

Kevin Jones a  friend and colleague of mine in New York kindly sent me this and has allowed me to post the relevant parts of  it.  You can follow his new opera with synthetic voices here – https://www.yourcallopera.com/

Chris,
Just came across your blog ‘Cancer Without God.’ It is delightful and, being a fellow cancer sojourner and fellow heathen, struck a chord. I am so glad to hear that you’re doing better. Sounds as though we’re both managing this fucking disease. Like yours, mine is controllable but not curable. As to giving thanks – I thank my oncologist, my friends, the pharmaceutical industry, whisky distillers, the tech crew at Tete-a-Tete and countless others. But god? Please. Living in America where a 9 year old girl wielding an Uzzi recently shot and killed her shooting instructor. (That’s right – 9 year old girl learning to shoot an Uzzi), and where vast swathes of the population are rabid christian lunatics with an unswerving devotion to the ‘right’ of 9 year old girls to bear automatic weapons, I do not thank god. I live in fear of those that do. Perhaps this is why I try and spend as much time as possible elsewhere.

I have just finished 6 months of chemo – weekly 1 hour long injections plus all the other things they give you to prevent the chemo from killing you as it heals you, plus the daily fist full of pills. The bit about blood tests sounded familiar. With all the needles that have been stuck in me recently I have the arms of a junkie. All told it hasn’t been so bad though. Enough of my hair fell out that I got it buzzed, fingernails fell out, sense of taste completely gone. All very annoying but bearable. These will all be coming back in the next few months. On the plus side I have been getting steroids, both injected and orally. I love this drug. I have never had so much energy. I’ve actually asked my oncologist if it wouldn’t be better if I stayed on the steroids after chemo ends. She said, firmly, ‘No.’ But I can see why athletes get hooked on this stuff. Don’t know how I would have gotten through Tete-a-Tete without it.