Ian Gawler with a very self helpy type of title You Can Conquer Cancer. Ian Gawler managed to beat a very nefarious type of bone cancer through diet and meditation, so, much as Betty Edwards deserves a hearing purely on the basis of results, so does Ian Gawler. I read his psychological profile of the typical cancer patient which described me with such accuracy that I cringed at every word.
The course of action described in the book seems rigorous at first glance but it's not so bad in practice. The largely vegetarian diet he prescribes, by one of those odd pieces of synchronicity, is pretty much the diet Clemency (though, regretfully, not me) has been existing on for a decade or more. The meditation he recommends is a close cousin to the one I have been using for a while, and all I have to do is beef up (Oh... whoops. New regime, right? Sorry. Tofu up) the frequency and length of sessions. There are other changes required, more profound than mere food, but the transitions have, so far, been easy and I have time to grow into them. It's only been a fortnight but I feel better for it already. I'm very keen to see what a month of it does before my next warrant of fitness.
My friend Alden (aka Tillerman) has been here for a few days with his wife Christine. We had lunch at the Careys Bay pub and a couple of long evenings sitting around putting the world (well, no....actually the Universe) to rights. My brother in law Jonathan has also been. Jon is one of the funniest people I know - a dangerous thing for a companion who has recently had his urinary system poked around with. There was an inexpressible comfort in being with people I have known for decades: people who share a basic worldview and whose opinions on politics, books, food and brands of motorcycle are reliable enough to need no defending; people who have forgotten more about my history than most of those around me will ever know. It has been a strong calm week in which it feels as though some sort of deep tide has turned.