Autumn is the time of year for the root vegetable. I have been preparing these for tonight’s beef stew. The wife has had her first go at bulgur-wheat dumplings and the 30-year-old Migros Swiss wok is now bubbling away.
This morning we finished off clearing around the lake and it is good to go now for February or March. My shoulders and hip are aching from a full tank of gas strimming session. I have ordered some new spark plugs because the darned thing is getting difficult to start. It looks a tad bald head around the pond. At lunch time I saw the heron, the cormorant and the two “familiar” ducks. The cormorant has a perch on a concrete block in Le Jaudy. White guano marks the spot. So, it is getting to be a regular chez nous.
This afternoon I have been researching the immunohistochemistry from the wife’s biopsy. In France they are thorough. I have been very busy getting my head around it. I now know a lot more about various cancer markers and what the stains show up. Someone must have nimble fingers to do all that work with a tiny sample! I am about 90% prepared for any visit to an oncologist next week.
There is a general feeling that most of the Brits around here are not all that smart simply because they do not speak French.
Depending on the circumstance I might need to lower my spectacles down my nose, shift into Ph.D. viva mode, peer over them and ask, and ask.
Even though I only ever eat roast beef, I might have a few surprises up my sleeve.
Good news is that there is a proton radiation therapy facility only three hours’ drive from here.
Based on what I have read and attempted to understand I have few suggestions apropos of diagnosis which I may or may not offer.
What a weird day!
Hard physical labour followed by trying to get my head round an entirely new field, immunohistochemistry
You can’t make this shit up…