uu I'm trying to think of a good metaphor for the way it seems (from the outside at least). As though you've just clonked one kind of cancer on the head and you think that's that, and then something (some creature) holds on. Grimly. Some THING shifts its handhold onto yet another part of the vulnerable body. (In this case, it seems that Geoff's liver is under attack. We shall see.) Like a very slow wrestling match. Over eight years, so far. Eleven. You really can't count, can you?
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