The long game. Game on.

Some things, it seems, are easily avoided. Before you know it 98 years and a whole lifetime has passed.

Today, on the day that Sir Edmund Hillary dies, we were told the ultimate fate of my grandmother;
Stomach cancer. For a while now the mass in her stomach has been slowed in its progress by excessive acid, ironically caused by the mass itself.
The treatment she is receiving is to nuetralise that excessive acid and the discomfort that it causes her. The cancer's growth will now be unobstructed. She most probably won't be getting her telegram from the queen now.

All things considered and through her fog of age and medication, she is in good spirits, she laughed at a couple of my idiotic banter lines, well, those that she could hear, and did her best to engage my sister and I in conversation. She is to be moved to a care home after the weekend...

An evening of mates, laughs, ale and a cowboy film (jedi chases bearded bond) at dragondrop centraal, reminded me that there are journeys yet to take and the path still continues. The destination is the journey, so lets take in some of the scenery.

Game on.