Chit Chat and All That...

[UKBloke]

The best news is that the cancer is curable.

Literally the best news! Overjoyed for you, E.

 

[Elmer B Fuddled]

Literally the best news! Overjoyed for you, E.

Thanks, Bloke. I sure hope none of these pills make this f&%king tinnitus worse—it's bad enough without adding more ringing.

 

[UKBloke]

Thanks, Bloke. I sure hope none of these pills make this f&%king tinnitus worse—it's bad enough without adding more ringing.

Mine's been sh*te recently as well to be honest. Me and Mrs UKB flew down to Spain today, so I was expecting the worst, but thankfully, the earplugs seemed to have done the trick. Small victories. Speak soon, man.

 

[Jcb]

Thanks. Yesterday, I had a consultation with the oncologist. The best news is that the cancer is curable. The hardest part will be the chemo pills, which need to be taken twice daily during radiation treatment. This will last for 5 weeks, followed by 6 sessions of chemotherapy over 12 weeks.

I haven't seen the radiology team yet, as one of them is on holiday, so that might happen next week. I still have no idea when the treatment will start. There goes our trip to Italy this year. Damn it.

That's good to hear, Elma. I wouldn't worry about the bills for now (easier said than done, I know). Just try to focus on getting better. It sounds like a rough road ahead, but you've got this.

I'm sorry about the holiday, but on the bright side, you can book it again and make it even better next time.

 

[Joeseph Stope]

Don't worry, Elmer.

You'll find that Italy has been waiting for you all along, once you've been cured. I'm a big fan of Italy myself, but at one point, I had to say to myself, Hey! This place is just too darn loud! Picture this: teens zooming past on Garelli scooters, right up on the sidewalks as if it's perfectly normal, which, in Italy, it seems to be. Or the time I was wandering through the stone walls of a town in Umbria, and a guy rode by on a motorbike without a silencer. The sound bounced off the walls, amplified to the point of echoing.

What a shame. If it weren't for the Italians… oops! Did I just say something inappropriate?

 

[Elmer B Fuddled]

If something could go wrong, it certainly has. I felt something coming on Sunday night, and by the next morning, I felt like I'd been pulled through a knothole. I tested for COVID-19, and sure enough, it was positive—both of us have it. Life's nothing like I've ever seen before.

 

[Elmer B Fuddled]

I recently ordered a pair of Native First Nations moccasins, which arrived yesterday. I immediately put them on and stepped outside to test the soles on small stones. I didn't feel a single stone. The soles are made from bull leather, a tough and thick material perfect for walking on uneven ground.

Next, I went over to the garden. I stood still in one spot, moved around a bit, and stood again. In that moment, I felt the powerful energy of Mother Earth; a sensation that's difficult to fully describe, but it was undeniably there.

Today, many people don't understand the connection to the Earth's energy and how it grounds us. Rubber-soled shoes aren't good for this connection because rubber doesn't allow energy to pass through. Neither does concrete; it stops the flow of the Earth's energy. Think I'm wrong? Ask an Indigenous person. They'll tell you that their people have worn leather for thousands of years for this very reason.

Even the Celts had shamans who would search the ground for areas with the strongest energy. They built their ring forts and homes in these places to stay connected to the Earth's energy.