Well what a hectic few weeks I have had, I’m not complaining about my illness though, more of annoyance that being on oxygen 24/7 it’s like being in my own private prison, where there are no locks or keys closing me in, just shortage of breath where the simplest movement starts me panting like there is going to be no tomorrow.
A few weeks ago I managed to survive my 82nd birthday and am still reeling under the amount
of chocolates that were given to me, too old now to worry about dieting.
What next? one might ask. How about: Wedding Anniversary. Fifty five years on the 24th of October, that should be worth a few mints or at the very least a Rolo bar to share.
I dare say you all know where I am coming from, that terrible day that you had to face your family and tell them you are dying. Sadly a lot of people do die, then somebody comes along like myself, one that has defied and hopefully beaten Cancer and is now getting the best possible mileage out of doing the same thing to Emphysema.
My mobility is such that my adventures are now visualised from the comfort of a leather couch with the aid of television and my own memories.
Not everyone will be as lucky as I am. New goods were hitting the shops and science fiction
was becoming fact. I was living an era of world wars and countries that had once sported miles of beautiful beaches and the jungle reached out into the very ocean itself.
The poor tourist, today he pays for what we once had for free, As for the real jungle and sandy beaches I can’t see any place for them in any future Utopia
Keep the faith good people, believe in tomorrow, it won’t hurt, and anyway if you stay positive you will be thinking of and helping those around you.
Allan.
I am hoping to reach 90 something like my Mums Aunt, 8) haha! you never know! I'll be glad of the rest when the time comes that's for sure! 
So, Many Happy Returns and may your 82nd year be a very happy year 
Putting things in order 
My Latest Bladder Cancer Update.
Update on my nebuliser
Concern with my upcoming procedures.
