IS THAT ALL THERE IS?

What better use of the above classic anthem of disillusionment than the following post.

Without being too weepy, the old geezer feels the need to share some things with me readers.

Of late me diary is looking more and more like an advert for the NHS.  Entry after entry of visits scheduled to doctor's office.  Films to be taken of failing bones and new films of problems in ears.

Bad enough that the lame leg is on the mend, last thing needed was a major problem with ears.

An eruption in ear caused yet another visit to doctor.  Seems that the loss of hearing is moving rather rapid.  I have been told that I have Cholesteatoma. 

Cholesteatoma is a destructive and expanding growth in the middle ear and. It is what has destroyed my hearing and may well bring about total hearing loss.

Fortunately, this old geezer has most excellent doctor, and that doctor is going to try to salvage what is left.  This will be done with an operation.  It will not give back what is lost, just keep what little is left going.

However tiring all of the doctor's visit have been and however vexing the health problems, one must hold onto what is most important.  I am not dead, not likely to die any time soon.  I have discovered the importance of support of friends in time of need.

Visits to chemists have been done, loads of chauffeuring to doctor's office, bucking up of spirit, drops applied to ears and so many other acts of kindness.  One must be blessed to have so many be so kind to.

This old geezer has had a few knocks of late, to be sure.  Truth be told, have we not all at some point?  The real gift of illness is that is allows one to appreciate all of the good one is given.  With luck, the good is more that the bad.

Is that all there is?  For the time being, yes...