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Peter can not complain at Christmas
and Veronica pulls towards you.
He will present 'Christmas hit is not.
look at a wrestling video.

The Lord God makes himself fine, with plenty of pomade.
Jesus upset his old master.
Buddha secretly wants chocolate. Mohammed
like mulled wine too much.

And me, I felt very strange,
of gingerbread and "Wham!" bonded completely.
you out there all the best!
Merry Christmas! In that ye have survived.

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Imagine, if you were some kind of foreign correspondent. They had the task of regularly about current developments in ... shall we say ... to report Iceland. And then, just nothing happens, absolutely nothing, over weeks and months! Pretty stupid because then you would. Sure, the example is rather caused constructed. After all, everyone knows that in Iceland the quilted bear. Unfortunately, I remembered only a better image to illustrate how it is with me now. There is nothing going on in the State of testicular cancer.

I should now look forward and my blog can be obliterated with pleasure. Unfortunately, it's now not as if I already have everything behind me. I just hang in the air, can not start new and just have to wait until next year then it goes sometimes. The free time over which I had at first so happy, I can enjoy not because I basically want to but have no free time. I would have fulfilled time, brimming with good, normal things. Now, with this forced Herumgehänge I feel more clear how much it has catapulted me from the world. I stand at the edge, you might say. Or rather, I float in a different universe.

What the reader is would also catapult again from these gloomy thoughts. Finally, it is almost Christmas. This is also the reason why I do not send this entry as usual from the chaos of my home mountain in the world. No, as of today I am with my parents, where even the air is nice, with pleasant scents. The air at home is because rather pretty devastated.

Wüst is my brain these days. Formless and empty, like the world before God populated. Maybe one or the other just think the old gentleman of those days. I will however be packed with all kinds of atheism and be greasy. See you soon!

makes quick, the protagonist from the dust to be ashamed behind the nearest bush for this entry. He thinks for a moment, then he runs back again to the PC and type in: there

PS Tomorrow's a little gift for loyal readers a Christmas poem by me.

And again he makes his escape ...

This coquettish Crawford ...

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idea firecracker

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Sorry that I have around here so I shout, but I'm so excited mad ... This is just what you get for all day energy drinks Energy drinks and the derived Activities not, uh, activities degrades. No, no, I was not really active. Just hanging around on the couch I have. Geglotzt films and nothing more. Could my ego from a few weeks ago, the hospital starving and so happy romping through green fields, see me now ... It'd sure beat the messy apartment, it would be far too weak for something like this.

Unfortunately I could not put it in my defense that I, after all, diligently manage my blog. Again, I can not be productive work, but where I do not experience those days. As the title already promised: the expected fireworks from idea remains.

But perhaps that is different ... from tomorrow Maybe tomorrow is the beginning of a restless adventurer life ... And I start it, as I ...

... without a winter jacket on the door go!

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Ta-Dah!

Hey, wow, here I am again! How do I go from then, suddenly?

So, it's like this: I have just returned from the bathroom, that's an incredibly fun place to brood and brooding. And so when those activities occurred to me but a boiling hot that I in my last entry is a pair (sic) information have been guilty. Namely: 1 where I'm actually using? and 2 when in fact these ominous operations are carried out?

Because only hard-hitting Facts, facts, facts, help. So I'm just at home. So if I want to visit someone, I live in the yellow house near the one Kaiser supermarket.

Second, I have until 9 January to the hospital again. Until I can live like! it! normal! People! ! Do Me to stuff (-> Christmas)! Crash (-> New Year)! Take a brush and ... well, I know, yes ...

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"So, here I am again ... "- With this innocuous sentence, I would like to enter back into blogging after a while I have not written anything finally felt that time for me insanely short, and after little more than a brief blink Unfortunately, white.. I, however, that it must have been an eternity for those who accompany me here for some time and have been worried about me. love this person, I want to say that I'm sorry. Now I write regularly again. Otherwise, I let the sky fall on his head.

Well, we sure you have noticed, I'm still alive. Even though this life in recent times to a large No part has been nice. Unfortunately, the chemo, the damned, grueling chemo, not attached correctly. While all metastases have come down to one stop. Reduced, however, has nothing. That is what is expected, however. Hoped. That hope is shattered.

has now decided it for me is that the whole thing to be gekärt surgery. And here is my comeback so far so depressing record takes a turn for the better. A few days ago I was in fact a specialized hospital in Wiesbaden to discuss the first of two planned operations. The idea is to remove metastases in the lung. And the two doctors with whom I spoke there, questioned the whole Sun is as if the operation, sometimes expressed quite simply, "a piece of cake" will be. There had been much more difficult cases on the operating table.

Since I am cautiously happy but also confused. I wonder why it has tormented me for so long. Why was I not immediately operated on. I vacillate between two doubts. First, I wonder if the doctors have always made the right decisions for me. Secondly, I can not quite believe that this extremely heavy issue that I am carrying around with me for so long, can be solved relatively easily, really. What is certain is that I would breathe really, if this shit completely has removed from my body.