I have to confess, despite being a huge Beatles fan I have never susbscribed to the santifiication of John Lennon who sang: Imagine no possessions, while sitting in a house the size of a palace in darkest Surrey. I did like his agitprop singles of the late sixties and early seventies, and his honesty elsewhere. And he wrote some great songs.
 
I met a surgeon today who outlined three treatments he thinks will be equally suitable for me. It seems the choice is up to me. Then I met a nurse in the local Maggies centre who put a slightly different spin on things. I will be given plenty of time to think about this.