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A short note to follow up with what is happening here. Some of you will have known that back in February during a short stay in Hospital, they discovered that my cancer was back and I had Mets (Metastases) in

Well after a 4 hour flight from Toronto to Houston, 5 hours in Houston airport and then a 14 and a half hour flight from Houston to Auckland we arrived safely, not particularly refreshed, but all considering not in too