Its great that Google eh

Dugald Macleod

A tumour threatens more than your body; it poisons your mind too. That spring morning in Dumfriesshire I was angry. Why should this have happened to me? Why couldnt my surgeon have been more careful? Why were people giving me such silly advice? It was all their fault, this destruction of my life. But a few clicks of the computer mouse were to change that attitude, in time.

I was alone in the house, wearing my long john pyjamas and dressing gown. Joyce was at work. Outside, the sun was shining on the south-facing hillside. It was a good year for the daffodils, as they cascaded down the hill. ... (continues)