Note: This short story is to be read after my previous article, Where is My Tattoo?.
The surgeon who took my tattoo away was delighted with himself when I met him two weeks after the surgery. He had a broad smile and told me convincingly that my cancer was gone. Big smile. Nice to hear about 6 weeks after I was first told, “you have a cancer”. But… this is England and there always is a but. [Read more…] about The Washing Machine