Bloody crab
In October 2025, Vajra Chandrasekera, an author I revere, wrote a blog post in which he announced, with the wit, intelligence and poetic touch he has accustomed us to, that he had been diagnosed with a thyroid cancer. Which chancer is so “eminently treatable” that he should almost feel “lucky”. It is “replete with optimisms”. I wasn’t given my initial diagnosis with such optimism. If, after a full year, I am in turn writing this post, beyond its cathartic nature, it is in the hope that someone reads it and finds themself slightly reassured, or maybe soothed, regarding their situation or that of a relative. I am now out of the woods, as much as possible, but no two patients are the same. If these few words can represent a small haven in the storm in which such news will throw you, then I will have achieved my goal. ...