Subsequent to my treatment, I continued to go downhill. My"darling Rebecca" left me for another man and I found it increasingly difficult to swallow solids or liquids. On 15th May 2012, I was diagnosed with cancer of the oesephagus. Untreatable, inoperable and terminal. I have between six months and a year to live, so I plan to record my thoughts and experiences for as long as I'm able. Here goes...
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