It's getting to the pointy end of my prostate cancer and this blog becomes what it is titled: Evanescent coder = fading programmer.
I don't expect to see Christmas this year. There's no more treatments available, only spot measures like radiotherapy and even that is close to its limits.
I don't have any "words of wisdom" to impart to you. If I ever had any, you would have heard me spouting them over the years.
I want you to know how much I love you but I hope you know this. When I held you in my arms the day you were born I remember being surprised that I could feel so much love for someone. And my love for you has grown over the years.
I've watched you struggle with your Aspergers' and felt desperate that I couldn't help and yet you have learned to live with the panic and isolation it brings and despite it you have grown into a strong but gentle man, capable and reliable in everything.