I painted three versions of this mixed media work, being drawn repeatedly to the reference photograph. It is a place called Cwmtudu (pronounced Coom-ti-di to my American and, I imagine, most of my English friends here), and here we are looking down jnto the valley from a rocky outcrop on some clifftops. I seem to recall painting another version a couple of years ago, but that was sold in a local exhibition and so, out of fairness to the owner, I cannot post it here.
In terms of my cancer, this week was a mixed one.
I have been having horrid muscles aches and twinges in my back and legs because of the way I stand, which looks a bit like a flamingo trying to keep its feet cool. The stance is a leftover from some radiotherapy I had about three years ago.
Having developed some nasty dead bone in my jaw that had to be removed (the dead bone that is, not the whole jaw). I was back at the hospital's maxfax unit one week later. The consultant I saw was unsure if I have developed an ulcer where the surgery had been done -- I guess all part of being immunocompromised -- or if more bone has to be removed. When the specialist saw it, he prescribed a mouthwash called Difflam. Being high on Abstral (fentanyl), I couldn't help but laugh hysterically; the Welsh for miserable is Diflas. Thankfully my jaw is feeling more comfortable, so I am hoping that the ulcer is indeed the cause of what the doctors euphemistically call my 'discomfort'.
One plus to end with: I carried some of my paintings to the hospice for them to look at. In a first for a patient, though they have many pictures up already, they have selected two to frame and hang on the walls.
My apologies if any of this does not make sense; I am still high on Abstral and seeing the world through cloudy lenses.
Osteonecrosis of the Jaw 
New to the group... need ideas
High T clinical trial update from a data point
6yrs on ADT (Firmagon )
