Dear, dear readers.
What can I say? Take a seat, please.
For I have the news that no-one here wanted to here.
It's the end of the battle, the end of the war and I'm sorry to say I am defeated and all hope is lost.
I have been given "a few months" to live.
There is no more treatments to offer, no more 'we could tries'. It is, at last, over.
I have been moved from the bedlam that is Watford General, to the peace of the Watford Peace Hospice, where I shall be staying for a week or so. It's a beautiful place, with lovely 'rooms' (no wards), all with en-suit and even wi-fi. It's a great place - the relaxation and facilities of a nice hotel, with the 24/7 on-call medical team at the touch of a button.
I'm going to leave you now, in some cases with a hundred questions you want answered, but for now, that is all.
I am not really taking calls or answering emails or txts ... it's just too much at the moment. My head is somewhat spinning and I am tired. A few days here, of proper rest, some talking-therapy and some adjustment time and I know I will be much more at ease with what is happening.
It's been about 24 hours since I found out and it feels like 7 days.
I'm going to leave you with a song. It's a song I've always liked, from a band I've always liked. It says just about everything I need to say right now.
When all is said and done, the hardest part of all of this, is leaving you.