I’ve suspected and now know first hand that bloggers must feed themselves on pretty heavy diets of ego, the better to keep on invading the privacies of their unwary readers.
In the present instance, I forgive myself this note on the grounds of “efficiency of communication”. I write to tell all you good friends that on next Wednesday, I begin chemical treatment for this galloping lymphoma from which I have every reason to expect excellent results over the next four months.
The oncologists urge haste because, and this surprised us,
I could otherwise expect but one or two months.
Tomorrow I am 88 and well-prepared for most anything.
I cannot tell you how touching have been your messages of encouragement. Thanks over and over.
Think tenderly of yourselves,
the bouldercreek angler