Remembrance

It's sadly selfish, but true, that the 11th November no longer signifies Armistice for me; two years ago to the day I had surgery to remove my cancer. The pain is hard to recall (my anaesthetic was pretty useless for about twelve hours after the operation) but I do hold vivid memories of having tubes pulled out of me and the general disfunction of my innards after they'd be cut apart and sewn back together again.
And emergent from all this is an underlying antipathy for smoking and all else carcegenic. So on this day I think of that pain and that of the people around me and treat every breath each smoker inhales as a slap in my face and theirs.