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Time to get up to date: My five weeks of radiotherapy are over, apparently the sessions went well and the tumour has diminished to a manageable size. I'm back in hospital in Carhaix because I became feverish last Saturday. Westy & myself watched the France v Wales match, the computer cut out on the line after 80 minutes but we needn't have worried. Lleuwen has been in with a children's translation into Welsh from Catalan of the story of Karl Marx, a gift from Sioned Haf, whilst Lleuwen herself brought in a book of Gillian Clarke's poetry. Next Wednesday is my next chemotherapy session, once a fortnight, I'm taking hormonal tablets for my prostate gland. At least 5 specialists are discussing my case for the operation in 10 weeks time, the aggressive nature of my prostate is complicating things. They could cut out the prostate and the tumour keeping me on hormonal treatment, or they could additionnaly cut the bladder to leave me with a sack for life, a longer life than if they don't. The delicious strawberries from Plougastell-Daoulas upped my blood-sugar level this afternoon, but they made me feel good, together with the orange & banana. Best news in a long time, no more daily taxi to Brest & back, two hours drive for a 10 minute session; when I'm better I'll be back on that road for photos of Dewi & Non's statues & holy wells at Dirinon.

1. Bit late on my catching up so Steve & Julie slipped my mind, they're from Cardiff and Ystrad Mynach respectively and have a house around the corner. Typical Cardiff boy, first thing Steve asked besides how was I doing was 'how did City get on?'. Julie's had her own troubles and has also been through radiotherapy, they brought me a book and a  good Welsh beer that I've had to put on the side for the moment.