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When I first put this blog together I had no real idea of what I was going to write about other than that I hoped to provide some witty or humorous comments on my adaptation to life in the US. In my first comments I talked about the cost of applying for residency. I’d expected to talk about the things I missed back home in Yorkshire’s broad acres, and there are things I do miss, the ability to go for a walk in the woods or the Pennines, to see my daughters and their families and to spend time with my grandchildren just to mention a few things, but, that was before a routine visit to the PCP raised the possibility of cancerous growths in my neck, and, believe me, news such as that does have the power to change the way you view the world even before there is a confirmation. So, at the moment my blogs are probably going to focus on my medical condition and the response to that of myself and my family, but hopefully along the way I’ll diverge sufficiently to throw in some humour (perhaps I should get used to writing humor but it still feels wrong!) and some general thoughts.

Please take a few minutes to look at the poetry, mine as well as Harold’s. At the time of writing this I’ve not begun to work any of it out through a poem though I can feel the urge to do so growing though I’ve no idea just what I might write – perhaps the poem, like Topsy, will just grow, as they do often seem to take on a life and direction of their own, perhaps in the manner in which I’ve heard authors describe how a character seems to take on a life and characteristics of their own totally distinct from the way in which the author imagined them.